My parents viewed the Dhaka-Chattogram highway as a lawless river of steel. Their solution was to ride the intercity bus — a massive, multi-ton behemoth that felt like a rolling castle. Inside, we felt insulated from the chaos.
I wonder if you’ll still recognize me, even though you’re up-to-date on the story of my life at this point. Just so you know, I’m still the same artsy, hardworking, and awkward daughter you came to know and love, with a few major successes and drawbacks...
In June of 1973 after almost a year of studying Spanish, Dad and I had finally realized our dream of traveling to Mexico. After riding most of the day by bus from Tucson to Nogales, Arizona, then from Nogales to Hermosio by train, I was just glad to be here.
On a toasty summer day, I run to our local Asian grocery store in Amherst, Massachusetts with only one thought on my mind — I have to get tamarind sauce and taste that strong, tangy flavor.
Over the years, our plan has always been to keep a tree up until my husband’s birthday in early January, and we hoped this tree would hold on that long.
As I clung to my trees and ornaments, the family began to fall apart. Many loved ones began to distance themselves from my particular form of Christmas joy. Maybe my trees and the joy they brought me in the deep dark winters scared them away?
Holiday traditions create feelings of nostalgia in all of us, young and old. Twinkling lights on a Christmas tree, the smell of baked goods floating through the air, and freshly-fallen powdery snow — all evoke the warm feeling of tradition, family, and love during the holiday season.
“I will always be your Popi and no one else’s. I know you’re a special girl, though, and don’t want Tommy to be sad. If you want to be a good friend, sharing with him would be nice.”
After brekkie, I see her bringing the lead towards me and I start cheering, “Yes, yes!”, which Sarah hears as howling. My morning walk is even more exciting than brekkie."