A good breakfast

*This was originally posted on my other blog.* My eyes widened when I saw the big donuts behind the glass. I looked up at the lady behind the counter and she smiled. She asked if I wanted one. My heart was set on the giant, round, cinnamon doughnut. It was as big as my whole … Continue reading A good breakfast

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On Sundays, we did laundry

*This was originally posted on my other blog.* Sundays were normally reserved for church and laundry. Like most mothers, my mom was in charge of doing the laundry for the entire family and the children had to tag along with her. We would work together to carry the heavy baskets from the third floor of … Continue reading On Sundays, we did laundry

The corner

*This was originally posted on my other blog.* I don't remember much about what I learned in Kindergarten, but I do remember spending a lot of time standing in the corner, facing the wall. It usually played out like this: a couple of kids would go up to the teacher, they said something with my … Continue reading The corner

Walking

*This story is published on page 17 of the East Palo Alto Today newspaper! Check it out by clicking here. My mom didn't learn to drive when she was 16 years old, like most people in the United States. She learned to drive well after she had had three children. Even if she had known how … Continue reading Walking

The time we started to build our playground

*This was originally posted on my other blog.* My family (my parents, brother, sister, and I) moved around a few times within East Palo Alto, but I spent most of my childhood living in a one bedroom apartment in front of what is now a Four Seasons hotel, on Manhattan Ave. (Our street, however, was … Continue reading The time we started to build our playground

The boy whom I will forever remember as the boy who got shot in front of Popeyes

*Originally posted on my other blog.* "Someone got shot! We can see it through the window. Come on!" We were all outside in what I considered our playground (later, I learned that it was just a patio--apparently playgrounds had actual things to play on like swings, slides, and sand). Most of us kids spent the … Continue reading The boy whom I will forever remember as the boy who got shot in front of Popeyes

Turns Red in the Face

In the fourth grade, Mr. James dubbed me Turns Red in the Face (a name that, according to the film Dances with Wolves, played on the Native American custom of naming people based on their actions. That’s what the movie is about, right?) It wasn’t incorrect. The name, I mean. My face did indeed turn … Continue reading Turns Red in the Face