*This was originally posted on my other blog.* "She speaks English!" my dad announced. "Come here and help your cousin with his homework," he said. I was sitting on the floor with my sister, most likely playing with a toy. I must have been in third or fourth grade and as my dad had proudly … Continue reading But, you speak English
*This was originally posted in my other blog.* Most mornings, my mom walked us to the bus stop and waited until we got on the bus to leave. My dad usually left for work in the morning and we would see him when he returned in the evenings, just in time for dinner. For a … Continue reading Sno Balls
*This was originally posted on my other blog.* "I've never seen this many white people before" was the first thought that came to my mind when I walked through the office building and onto the main campus of this private, Palo Alto school. It seemed like hundreds of fair-skinned, blonde, blue-eyed girls were all corralled … Continue reading Shampoo or soap?
*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
*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
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