Category Archives: Memoir

Temporary (NaBloPoMo Day 12)

Four years ago, my sister Karin passed away. I lost one of my best friends. I have written several stories about Karin. This one happened after she beat her first cancer in 2003. * * * When our eyes met … Continue reading

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One Snowy Day (NaBloPoMo Day 9)

The year my daughter was a senior in high school, one morning we had 6 inches of snow; her school bus came late. When she arrived home that day, she didn’t look happy. “What happened?” I asked. “The lady at … Continue reading

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Tita (NaBloPoMo Day 8)

I went to get a haircut yesterday. It was definitely a couple of months overdue. My hair grows fast. Normally, a haircut would look good on me for two weeks. But past experience had assured me that no one would … Continue reading

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Banana Cream Pie (NaBloPoMo Day 7)

One local restaurant is famous for pies. The other day, before heading to my friend’s house for dinner, I stopped by to pick up a pie. “I would like to buy a banana cream pie,” I said to a young … Continue reading

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Mother-in-law (NaBloPoMo Day 6)

Mom was an old fashioned woman. She treated my dad like a royal king, and treated every one of her son-in-laws like a royal prince. Of course, she expected her daughters to follow suit. One day when we visited my … Continue reading

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The Journey or the Destination (NaBloPoMo Day 3)

What is more important: the journey or the destination? — Picture from Tainan Park Elementary School FaceBook page. One day when I was in the third grade, our teacher announced that we were going to take a field-trip. Every student … Continue reading

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A Special Radio (NaBloPoMo Day 2)

My daughter loves to sing. When she was 7 or 8, whenever we took a road trip, she would sing her heart out from the backseat. Sometime she would take requests from us. I wasn’t good in remembering names of … Continue reading

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