Tag: #grandma

Run the red light… I’ll pay the ticket

I was sixteen years old when I graduated high school. Did I ever tell you that? My birthday falls in January, so the school system wanted to hold me over until I was six-and-a-half before starting school. Mom wouldn’t have any of it. She had placed me in kindergarten at four-and-a-half, and I was doing great, according to her. I…

2013: The Best And Worst Year Ever

I’d like to begin this look back at 2013 with a look back beyond the year and at two moments in my life that stand out. It will make sense in a little bit. The first moment takes place shortly after my second birthday. I’m in the kitchen with my maternal grandmother, my “Abuelita”, and she is standing in front…

My Abuelita

The very earliest memory I have of my maternal grandmother, my Abuelita, is her teaching me the alphabet. I am sitting in a kitchen as she is going through each letter, one by one, on an alphabet set of refrigerator magnets. She then drops one letter, or the letter falls. It falls by the base of the fridge, which has…