On May 2, 2017, I cried twice. The first time I cried was when I presented the introduction to my research study (“The Experiences of Asian Immigrant Women: Journeys into Corporate Leadership”); one that I had been working on for the past eight years of my life. The second time I cried was at the end of my presentation when my dissertation chair said, “Congratulations, Dr. Na” and shook my hand.

Nothing can fully capture the emotions I felt when I heard those words. Much happens during an eight-year span of someone’s life. The moment when I became “Dr. Na” was not just about presenting my research study to my beloved committee; I had solidified a part of my identity as an Asian immigrant woman.

In December 2013, when I said goodbye to my Dad, he asked me to promise him three things: take care of my Mom, live a happy life, and finish my Ph.D. What means more than having the title of “doctor,” is the fact that I kept my promise.

While my Dad is not physically here, he knows what I’ve done and that’s what matters most to me.    

Dad, in the Airstream. March 2013, Shasta, California.

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Mom & Dad with Butters, Shasta, California. 







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  1. Wow, you just made me teary-eyed. Your Dad is probably watching you with so much pride. Congratulations my friend.

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