Tonya Jone Miller's story is the recollections of her mother Donna and her various experiences in Vietnam between 1962 and 1979. Armed with two red suitcases she jumps back and forth between stories and timelines and many of the harrowing tales are high stakes and tense. Like other solo storytellers she is telling truths but she also has a distancing perspective since they are not her stories she is re-creating although she is connected to them. The white knuckle adventures are thrilling but it is in the quieter moments like Donna's bond with a severely handicapped boy named Fuk that rip your heart out and haunt well into the night. Its intimate shared storytellinggarnered extended and hearty applause.