Tag Archives: Childhood memories
Jingling Us Out of Trouble
My sister, mother and I were driving with “Gam,” our surrogate grandmother, when our 1990 Accord conked out at an intersection in Santa Ana. Seven years old, I sat crying in the back seat, thinking, “We’re going to die right … Continue reading
Not Expendable
“It only kills old people anyway,” the young doctor said to my 72-year-old grandmother. Miffed, she recounted this interaction to me over the phone. “I could have a good 20 years left!” My grandmother mails me homemade quilts. She cares … Continue reading
Day Out
Comical Explanation
Family Heirloom
Comical Explanation
Nostalgia
At the end of a stressful day (I work on a locked inpatient unit), I play Super Mario Bros on my kids Nintendo. It takes me back to my youth, when playing with my neighbors was the happiest time in … Continue reading