Tag Archives: Childhood memories
Markings of Love
Pen marks on the wall with scribbled names and dates. I was 15th at a friends house when I saw one. Her mom had markings, in assortment of colors, of every child from birth to full height with all the … Continue reading
Treasure Hunt
In my 40s, I spent summers with my widowed mother in England. Before returning to New York, I would write playful notes and hide them around her house. Under the silver candlestick, she discovered: “The butcher, the baker and the … Continue reading
Notable moments
Much of rap music is about struggle, did you have a rough childhood. I did have a rough childhood. I come from a real strong family—a lot of aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents—we had dinner, we had school clothes. We … Continue reading
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
Real Life of an MSW 