My mom is an extraordinary woman, and I’m not saying that just because I’m her daughter! No, my mom, who I usually call Kathy, is pretty fantastic. She’s a professor at ASU, teaching both early childhood development and Asian Pacific American studies. In addition, Kathy sits on committees and boards for more organizations than I can keep track of. When I was a little girl, she took me to protests and rallies and taught me to be a strong, independent young woman. While we’ve had our fair share of arguments, she insists that she’s never been disappointed in me (yeah right), and continues to support me in all my endeavors. Now that I’m older, my mom and I are much closer. I call her almost everyday to update her on my life and she tells me about things going on in Phoenix. We’re even co-authoring a chapter in a book together. And you don’t agree to do that with someone else unless you really really really love them.
My mom always said that I got my desire to perform from my dad’s side of the family. She used to insist that it didn’t come from her. And I used to kind of believe her, simply because I had never seen her onstage. Recently, Kathy was asked to be part of a storytelling event in Phoenix. She wrote out a story from her life, rehearsed it, and edited it with a coach, before performing it onstage in front of an audience. Unfortunately, I was still in Boston at the time and figured I wouldn’t be able to see it. Thankfully, someone filmed it and today, I was able to watch it. She’s fantastic and engaging and natural onstage. You all can (and should!) watch it here. Let’s just say she’s got a little performance desire in her too, and while I have no doubt that some of it comes from my dad, I also got it from my mama.