Tag Archives: Childhood memories
Learning to Let Love In
My husband Jim likes people more than I do. He even lets them in the house. I’m more tentative about such things. It’s a hard habit to break. Growing up in Mississippi, I was in charge of keeping visitors waiting … Continue reading
Past Paradise
When we were 12, we caught bullfrogs in the weeds near the lake. Their slippery legs slid through our fingers. As we let them go, she squealed, pretending to be scared. One day she ate a Popsicle that turned her … Continue reading
7,000 Miles Away
To make a certain Chinese cake, you have to knead piping hot dough. Too painful for some, but no match for my grandmother, who raised seven children. Because of the pandemic, my father hasn’t been able to visit China to … Continue reading
Forever Intertwined
My first friends were my cousins and siblings. After eating early family dinners, we spent many Sunday evenings sprawled across our grandparents’ bed. We lay sated, entranced by the television, our limbs crossing limbs, our heads lying on each other’s … Continue reading
Sweet Memories
A dad was making dinner for his family. In the middle of stirring, he remembered how his mom would set tiny bowls of candy next to their dinner plates- before it was even dessert time and how it made those … Continue reading
Real Life of an MSW 