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Did you know football (or soccer in North America) is the most popular sport in the world? Many, many moons ago, I used to play soccer too… not very well, judging by all the bruises I collected along the way 😂

#thaothemovie a clip from our working animatic.

Meet the cast of my new book, LOOK (working title), publishing with @groundwoodbooks ✨

Bringing this story to life has been one creative challenge after another — from idea to execution, it’s been a journey of experimenting, problem-solving, and figuring things out along the way. Fingers crossed all the pieces come together.

Meet the cast of my new book, LOOK (working title), publishing with @groundwoodbooks ✨

Bringing this story to life has been one creative challenge after another — from idea to execution, it’s been a journey of experimenting, problem-solving, and figuring things out along the way. Fingers crossed all the pieces come together.

Meet the cast of my new book, LOOK (working title), publishing with @groundwoodbooks ✨

Bringing this story to life has been one creative challenge after another — from idea to execution, it’s been a journey of experimenting, problem-solving, and figuring things out along the way. Fingers crossed all the pieces come together.

Meet the cast of my new book, LOOK (working title), publishing with @groundwoodbooks ✨

Bringing this story to life has been one creative challenge after another — from idea to execution, it’s been a journey of experimenting, problem-solving, and figuring things out along the way. Fingers crossed all the pieces come together.

Sunscreen and sun hats kind of weather ☀️ We got our mini garden planted and had our first meal on the balcony. A perfect long weekend 🕶️

Sunscreen and sun hats kind of weather ☀️ We got our mini garden planted and had our first meal on the balcony. A perfect long weekend 🕶️

Sunscreen and sun hats kind of weather ☀️ We got our mini garden planted and had our first meal on the balcony. A perfect long weekend 🕶️

Sunscreen and sun hats kind of weather ☀️ We got our mini garden planted and had our first meal on the balcony. A perfect long weekend 🕶️

Sunscreen and sun hats kind of weather ☀️ We got our mini garden planted and had our first meal on the balcony. A perfect long weekend 🕶️

Sunscreen and sun hats kind of weather ☀️ We got our mini garden planted and had our first meal on the balcony. A perfect long weekend 🕶️

Sunscreen and sun hats kind of weather ☀️ We got our mini garden planted and had our first meal on the balcony. A perfect long weekend 🕶️

#THAOtheMovie progress report. Animation test is all about trail and error.

🥁 IT’S HERE!!! 🥁

Got my author’s copy of Different Good, coming Fall 2026 with @owlkidspublishing 😭✨

And of course Miu Miu had to turn the unboxing into a dramatic slow reveal 😂

🥁 IT’S HERE!!! 🥁

Got my author’s copy of Different Good, coming Fall 2026 with @owlkidspublishing 😭✨

And of course Miu Miu had to turn the unboxing into a dramatic slow reveal 😂

🥁 IT’S HERE!!! 🥁

Got my author’s copy of Different Good, coming Fall 2026 with @owlkidspublishing 😭✨

And of course Miu Miu had to turn the unboxing into a dramatic slow reveal 😂

🥁 IT’S HERE!!! 🥁

Got my author’s copy of Different Good, coming Fall 2026 with @owlkidspublishing 😭✨

And of course Miu Miu had to turn the unboxing into a dramatic slow reveal 😂

🥁 IT’S HERE!!! 🥁

Got my author’s copy of Different Good, coming Fall 2026 with @owlkidspublishing 😭✨

And of course Miu Miu had to turn the unboxing into a dramatic slow reveal 😂

🥁 IT’S HERE!!! 🥁

Got my author’s copy of Different Good, coming Fall 2026 with @owlkidspublishing 😭✨

And of course Miu Miu had to turn the unboxing into a dramatic slow reveal 😂

In studio with the crew of THAO; A Movie. We’re packed in like sardines at TAIS, but I like to think the close quarters help us bond 😂

#THAOtheMovie

In studio with the crew of THAO; A Movie. We’re packed in like sardines at TAIS, but I like to think the close quarters help us bond 😂

#THAOtheMovie

I am a mother of three — one human and two cats — and this is how my day started…

I woke up to the sound of Miu Miu throwing up. Once that mess was cleaned up, I went to take a shower only to discover my youngest Tofu had pooped in the tub. After scrubbing the tub and lighting a candle to reclaim some peace, my oldest woke up complaining of a sore throat.

So I popped out to grab orange juice, cold meds, and toilet paper, only to come home to a giant fresh wet hairball on the carpet.

Happy Mother’s Day to everyone on call every day, every hour.

Popped by Stop Motion Studio—donuts in hand—to check in on how THAO; The Movie is coming along. Feeling pretty honoured to be in their space. Really great people making really great work.

And speaking of great—our OCAD interns this semester have been fantastic 🙌🏽 They made me a garland of Mad Bear’s head 😍

#THAOtheMovie

Popped by Stop Motion Studio—donuts in hand—to check in on how THAO; The Movie is coming along. Feeling pretty honoured to be in their space. Really great people making really great work.

And speaking of great—our OCAD interns this semester have been fantastic 🙌🏽 They made me a garland of Mad Bear’s head 😍

#THAOtheMovie

Popped by Stop Motion Studio—donuts in hand—to check in on how THAO; The Movie is coming along. Feeling pretty honoured to be in their space. Really great people making really great work.

And speaking of great—our OCAD interns this semester have been fantastic 🙌🏽 They made me a garland of Mad Bear’s head 😍

#THAOtheMovie

Popped by Stop Motion Studio—donuts in hand—to check in on how THAO; The Movie is coming along. Feeling pretty honoured to be in their space. Really great people making really great work.

And speaking of great—our OCAD interns this semester have been fantastic 🙌🏽 They made me a garland of Mad Bear’s head 😍

#THAOtheMovie

Popped by Stop Motion Studio—donuts in hand—to check in on how THAO; The Movie is coming along. Feeling pretty honoured to be in their space. Really great people making really great work.

And speaking of great—our OCAD interns this semester have been fantastic 🙌🏽 They made me a garland of Mad Bear’s head 😍

#THAOtheMovie

Popped by Stop Motion Studio—donuts in hand—to check in on how THAO; The Movie is coming along. Feeling pretty honoured to be in their space. Really great people making really great work.

And speaking of great—our OCAD interns this semester have been fantastic 🙌🏽 They made me a garland of Mad Bear’s head 😍

#THAOtheMovie

Back to THAO; The Movie. Style guides in progress.It veers from THAO; A Picture Book, but keeps the same heartbeat: living with a name that sets you apart.

#THAOtheMovie

Back to THAO; The Movie. Style guides in progress.It veers from THAO; A Picture Book, but keeps the same heartbeat: living with a name that sets you apart.

#THAOtheMovie

Back to THAO; The Movie. Style guides in progress.It veers from THAO; A Picture Book, but keeps the same heartbeat: living with a name that sets you apart.

#THAOtheMovie

Back to THAO; The Movie. Style guides in progress.It veers from THAO; A Picture Book, but keeps the same heartbeat: living with a name that sets you apart.

#THAOtheMovie

Back to THAO; The Movie. Style guides in progress.It veers from THAO; A Picture Book, but keeps the same heartbeat: living with a name that sets you apart.

#THAOtheMovie

Back to THAO; The Movie. Style guides in progress.It veers from THAO; A Picture Book, but keeps the same heartbeat: living with a name that sets you apart.

#THAOtheMovie

Back to THAO; The Movie. Style guides in progress.It veers from THAO; A Picture Book, but keeps the same heartbeat: living with a name that sets you apart.

#THAOtheMovie

Back to THAO; The Movie. Style guides in progress.It veers from THAO; A Picture Book, but keeps the same heartbeat: living with a name that sets you apart.

#THAOtheMovie

Back to THAO; The Movie. Style guides in progress.It veers from THAO; A Picture Book, but keeps the same heartbeat: living with a name that sets you apart.

#THAOtheMovie

Between this cold and getting my allergies under control, we finally managed to visit my dad in rehab. His immune system is almost nonexistent, so visits mean full protective gear. He’s living in a bit of a bubble right now, but he’s happy. He told me he’s motivated to rebuild his strength—he wants to travel again, to see Vietnam through Mad Bear’s eyes.

Between this cold and getting my allergies under control, we finally managed to visit my dad in rehab. His immune system is almost nonexistent, so visits mean full protective gear. He’s living in a bit of a bubble right now, but he’s happy. He told me he’s motivated to rebuild his strength—he wants to travel again, to see Vietnam through Mad Bear’s eyes.

No matter how far you go, eventually you come home to reality.

Dad is in rehab now, working hard. Before I left for Vietnam, he was bedridden, barely speaking—this feels like a quiet miracle.

I don’t really believe in superstition, and my relationship with religion has always been uneasy. But I was raised in it. My family is Buddhist, and karma sits quietly in the background of everything.

Around Lunar New Year, people try to get ahead of the year by doing good deeds. In Vietnam, vendors sell fish and turtles for release. You pay a small amount to set them free—an act meant to bring luck, health, and blessings. The more you give, the more you’re supposed to receive.

It’s hard not to notice the contradiction. These animals were captured to be released. The act of compassion begins with harm. These vendors are willing to take on the sin and damnation, of course for a price.

Mad Bear used her spending money and bought two buckets of fish and turtles. Making a wish for her grandpa’s speedy recovery and good health as she released the animals back into the Saigon River.

I still don’t know what I believe.

I want to think it’s Dad’s perseverance, his stubborn resilience, that got him out of that hospital bed. Along with the care of doctors and nurses who showed up for him every day.

But maybe there’s also something to be said for the small, hopeful acts we hold onto when things feel out of our control.

No matter how far you go, eventually you come home to reality.

Dad is in rehab now, working hard. Before I left for Vietnam, he was bedridden, barely speaking—this feels like a quiet miracle.

I don’t really believe in superstition, and my relationship with religion has always been uneasy. But I was raised in it. My family is Buddhist, and karma sits quietly in the background of everything.

Around Lunar New Year, people try to get ahead of the year by doing good deeds. In Vietnam, vendors sell fish and turtles for release. You pay a small amount to set them free—an act meant to bring luck, health, and blessings. The more you give, the more you’re supposed to receive.

It’s hard not to notice the contradiction. These animals were captured to be released. The act of compassion begins with harm. These vendors are willing to take on the sin and damnation, of course for a price.

Mad Bear used her spending money and bought two buckets of fish and turtles. Making a wish for her grandpa’s speedy recovery and good health as she released the animals back into the Saigon River.

I still don’t know what I believe.

I want to think it’s Dad’s perseverance, his stubborn resilience, that got him out of that hospital bed. Along with the care of doctors and nurses who showed up for him every day.

But maybe there’s also something to be said for the small, hopeful acts we hold onto when things feel out of our control.

No matter how far you go, eventually you come home to reality.

Dad is in rehab now, working hard. Before I left for Vietnam, he was bedridden, barely speaking—this feels like a quiet miracle.

I don’t really believe in superstition, and my relationship with religion has always been uneasy. But I was raised in it. My family is Buddhist, and karma sits quietly in the background of everything.

Around Lunar New Year, people try to get ahead of the year by doing good deeds. In Vietnam, vendors sell fish and turtles for release. You pay a small amount to set them free—an act meant to bring luck, health, and blessings. The more you give, the more you’re supposed to receive.

It’s hard not to notice the contradiction. These animals were captured to be released. The act of compassion begins with harm. These vendors are willing to take on the sin and damnation, of course for a price.

Mad Bear used her spending money and bought two buckets of fish and turtles. Making a wish for her grandpa’s speedy recovery and good health as she released the animals back into the Saigon River.

I still don’t know what I believe.

I want to think it’s Dad’s perseverance, his stubborn resilience, that got him out of that hospital bed. Along with the care of doctors and nurses who showed up for him every day.

But maybe there’s also something to be said for the small, hopeful acts we hold onto when things feel out of our control.

No matter how far you go, eventually you come home to reality.

Dad is in rehab now, working hard. Before I left for Vietnam, he was bedridden, barely speaking—this feels like a quiet miracle.

I don’t really believe in superstition, and my relationship with religion has always been uneasy. But I was raised in it. My family is Buddhist, and karma sits quietly in the background of everything.

Around Lunar New Year, people try to get ahead of the year by doing good deeds. In Vietnam, vendors sell fish and turtles for release. You pay a small amount to set them free—an act meant to bring luck, health, and blessings. The more you give, the more you’re supposed to receive.

It’s hard not to notice the contradiction. These animals were captured to be released. The act of compassion begins with harm. These vendors are willing to take on the sin and damnation, of course for a price.

Mad Bear used her spending money and bought two buckets of fish and turtles. Making a wish for her grandpa’s speedy recovery and good health as she released the animals back into the Saigon River.

I still don’t know what I believe.

I want to think it’s Dad’s perseverance, his stubborn resilience, that got him out of that hospital bed. Along with the care of doctors and nurses who showed up for him every day.

But maybe there’s also something to be said for the small, hopeful acts we hold onto when things feel out of our control.

No matter how far you go, eventually you come home to reality.

Dad is in rehab now, working hard. Before I left for Vietnam, he was bedridden, barely speaking—this feels like a quiet miracle.

I don’t really believe in superstition, and my relationship with religion has always been uneasy. But I was raised in it. My family is Buddhist, and karma sits quietly in the background of everything.

Around Lunar New Year, people try to get ahead of the year by doing good deeds. In Vietnam, vendors sell fish and turtles for release. You pay a small amount to set them free—an act meant to bring luck, health, and blessings. The more you give, the more you’re supposed to receive.

It’s hard not to notice the contradiction. These animals were captured to be released. The act of compassion begins with harm. These vendors are willing to take on the sin and damnation, of course for a price.

Mad Bear used her spending money and bought two buckets of fish and turtles. Making a wish for her grandpa’s speedy recovery and good health as she released the animals back into the Saigon River.

I still don’t know what I believe.

I want to think it’s Dad’s perseverance, his stubborn resilience, that got him out of that hospital bed. Along with the care of doctors and nurses who showed up for him every day.

But maybe there’s also something to be said for the small, hopeful acts we hold onto when things feel out of our control.

Books make the best souvenirs. These came home with me from Hong Kong and Vietnam.

My cookbook collection is slowly taking over, and I’m not mad about it. Lately, it’s not just about recipes—it’s the stories behind them. The people, the memories, the reasons a dish exists in the first place.

Do you have any recommendations or favourite cook books?

Books make the best souvenirs. These came home with me from Hong Kong and Vietnam.

My cookbook collection is slowly taking over, and I’m not mad about it. Lately, it’s not just about recipes—it’s the stories behind them. The people, the memories, the reasons a dish exists in the first place.

Do you have any recommendations or favourite cook books?

Books make the best souvenirs. These came home with me from Hong Kong and Vietnam.

My cookbook collection is slowly taking over, and I’m not mad about it. Lately, it’s not just about recipes—it’s the stories behind them. The people, the memories, the reasons a dish exists in the first place.

Do you have any recommendations or favourite cook books?

Books make the best souvenirs. These came home with me from Hong Kong and Vietnam.

My cookbook collection is slowly taking over, and I’m not mad about it. Lately, it’s not just about recipes—it’s the stories behind them. The people, the memories, the reasons a dish exists in the first place.

Do you have any recommendations or favourite cook books?

Books make the best souvenirs. These came home with me from Hong Kong and Vietnam.

My cookbook collection is slowly taking over, and I’m not mad about it. Lately, it’s not just about recipes—it’s the stories behind them. The people, the memories, the reasons a dish exists in the first place.

Do you have any recommendations or favourite cook books?

Books make the best souvenirs. These came home with me from Hong Kong and Vietnam.

My cookbook collection is slowly taking over, and I’m not mad about it. Lately, it’s not just about recipes—it’s the stories behind them. The people, the memories, the reasons a dish exists in the first place.

Do you have any recommendations or favourite cook books?