I was born in a small town outside of Manila City, Philippines. The first few years of my life was spent in a town called Cavite. The residents of this town all knew each other, and they knew each of the family’s history. The house I grew up in belonged to my paternal grandparents. When … Continue reading The Nobodies, The Nothings, and The No Ones.
I believe I have been reborn twice in my life. I was first born in Cavite, City Philippines in the 70s. I was reborn in Oakland, California in the 80s, and again in Fairbanks, Alaska in the 90s. Monique Truong wrote about her being reborn from a child born in Vietnam, to her childhood in … Continue reading Reborn.
CHAPTER 11: Eli The elevator door opens and Eli makes his way to the room designated for him to meet with Dr. Turner and his client, Oberton Lidley. As he gets nearer to the room, he realizes that Dr. Turner is waiting for him in the hall. “Oh good, Eli. You’re here,” she said. “Hello … Continue reading Samsara: Chapter 11 – Eli (Continued)
An Introduction to “Samsara: A Trilogy” Samsara: Chapter 1 – Amelie “In the Present of Time” Samsara: Chapter 2 – Julian Samsara: Chapter 3 – Lizzie and Dante Samsara: Chapter 4 -Hope in a Story Samsara: Chapter 5 – Amelie and Julian Samsara: Chapter 6 – Phoebe’s Memories Samsara: Chapter 7 – Nate and Isabeth … Continue reading Samsara: Chapter 8 – Bernard’s Walk in the Park
I remember the first time I saw snow. It was in Aschaffenburg, Germany and it was December. Snow was a rare unfamiliar thing. Its white speck of nothing comes down and becomes a white speck of everything; covering the ground and all those who stood outside to watch as quiet whiteness gently lands on … Continue reading What One Remembers in Her 30s.
Jackie is my check and balance, and she is also my Storytexter. What I mean by this centers on the idea of memory, and how such memories are different for each person. When we were growing up, the stories my Grandmother told us evolved throughout time. In fact, they evolved each night when my grandmother told us these stories. Jackie reminded me that when my grandmother wanted to imply a moral code, she would embed such morality into her storytelling.