Dab (Da) is the Hmong word or term for both spirit and spirits. There are several groups of spirits in the Hmong culture, and the two...

A Hmong Folklore Long ago, there was a Hmong village in the middle of nowhere. Few people knew the village existed, and some had...

An adaptation of a Hmong Folklore Warning: Mature Content and Strong Language Once upon a time, there was a shapeshifter who fell in...

An adaptation of a Hmong folklore A long time ago, Sky Mother watched over the creatures of earth. One day, news of her passing spread...

An adaptation of a Hmong folklore about fish and men (traditional version) Thousands of years ago, long before the great divide, all the...

A cousin of mine complained about hearing her name called when she was alone at home, and while this is a well-known superstition in the...

Years ago, my cousin, who was headed for middle school after the summer break, had an unusual dream during an unfortunate week. She...

(This story is considered to be a true story among the elders of the Hmong community, however it’s been handed down for hundreds, maybe...

In ancient times, it was common for families to live in the wilderness on their own, and little did a Hmong family of three know that...

My father-in-law, Fong, had passed away. His wife’s nephew, Seng, attended the funeral and volunteered for night watch. Seng grew tired...

This event is believed to be a true story among some of the Hmong community, especially with my parents, who were told this story by...

This is a work of nonfiction. No characters were invented. No events were fabricated. The names have been changed to protect the identity...

I like cats. I follow an Instagram account that belongs to two cats: @Moosaphandsaf. Cats are nice. Cats are not evil… Let’s go back to...

One winter weekend, I had attended a funeral at a funeral home that I’ve never been to before. It was early in the morning and there were...

It was in March 2010, when I got the call late one evening after 11 P.M. My blue RAZR flip phone was vibrating with my sister’s name display

It was the year 1980, in early September. For about three years, our Hmong village in Laos had become a different place.

My childhood was mostly normal, but my years growing up were also filled with strange traditions that I didn’t fully understand.

Long, long ago, there was a great flood that engulfed the world. People and animals were tragically swept away with their homes....