Write a memoir?
Well, maybe with a little help and encouragement.
Maybe with lots of luck.
Under the Wings of a Good Luck Phoenix is my memoir. I was a twelve-year-old American girl in Saigon in 1963-64. The title came from a cheap tin medallion that was a popular Christmas present in 1963 for anyone living in Saigon. It had been an extremely rough year with government unrest, Buddhist martyrs and terrorist bombings. Many people bought the necklace, seeking the luck they hoped could be found under the wings of a Vietnamese phoenix, their symbol of peace and harmony.
I was one of 4,000 American civilians living in Saigon in 1963. I had a unique story to tell, but didn’t want to write it. When introducing myself, I often said that I was born in New Jersey and baptized in Maryland. I was in Hawaii when it became a state and in Viet Nam when it became a war. That was the first twelve years of my life.
Succinct and definitely an ice breaker. Was my father in the military? Yes. When I said I was in Viet Nam, people would often begin talking about where they were and what they were doing during the Vietnam War. Depending on their age, they talked about their fathers, husbands, and brothers. They worried because they never understood what happened to them in the war.
After I published Under the Wings of a Good Luck Phoenix, many began to understand. My book has been praised by Vietnam veterans and their family members.
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