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Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother – Book Review

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Upon reading Amy Chua’s “Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother” in its entirely, I have to say that the narrative arc does turn out differently than the “Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior” essay in the Wall Street Journal suggests.

Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother – Publicity Coup or Fail?

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The book is scheduled to be released today (January 11), but Yale Law professor Amy Chua’s new memoir on parenting, “The Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother,” has already created a stir based on her excerpt titled “Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior” published in the Wall Street Journal.

Is the Tiger Mama Singing to the Choir?

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No less than half a dozen people on my Facebook page posted link’s to Amy Chua’s essay in the Wall Street Journal publicizing her controversial new parenting memoir (handbook?) “Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother”. She’s certainly stirring up a frenzy in the Asian American community and making quite a name for herself.

Stuff Mamas Say

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Remember when Sh*t My Dad Says became an overnight Twitter sensation? And then a book? And a TV show?

I must admit to browsing the book and finding the collection of anecdotes doled out by the son of a gruff military doctor hilarious — even endearing, in a non-treacly way.

Ringing in 2011 with some thoughts

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Whether you are making a resolution or ten… or just resolving to accept yourself… I hope the beginning of calendar year brings opportunities to live life more fully.

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Hapa Holidays – Roadtrip for a Mixed Marriage

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As you well know, my husband and I have a mixed-marriage. It is, after all, the premise of this blog. But did you know we have another kind of mixed-marriage? By the time you read this, we will be embarking on a pilgrimage traditional to our people: the drive down the I-5.

Tying Up All the Assets

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I came home from Costco recently with a trunk full of supplies: two loaves of bread, juice boxes, cereal, chicken, and a box of garbage bags. Only when I reached into the cabinet to put away the garbage bags, I realized there was another unopened package already there. This bugs me to no end.

My Minivan, My Self

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I’ve never been one of those people who sees their car as a sartorial extension of their identity. Because then I would be a silver minivan — great for long road trips and hauling a team of soccer players, not so great for the ego.

But a few weeks ago, as I was driving up to San Francisco to visit a prospective grad school, I noticed something. The odometer in my van had flipped over 100,000.