Father – “a horse”
My father only looked at his daughters in the eyes when he had enough alcohol in the system. One game he liked to play with us when he had enough […]
My father only looked at his daughters in the eyes when he had enough alcohol in the system. One game he liked to play with us when he had enough […]
When my father came home from work, he’d start drinking immediately—beer with dinner, then sake or whiskey with TV. He liked to watch Hollywood action films on our only TV […]
I had only known my father at home. In the morning, he’d get up 2 hours after my mother, who had already done laundry, mopping, cooking breakfast, and packing bento […]
There is a photo of me, my sister and my father, taken by the lake. I was about two or three years old, my sister six or seven. We were […]
There was the time I recreated my father in the narrative of my life to fit with my values and personality I wished to portray to the world. I was […]
When I lived in London and was having another bout of depression, I asked my mother if she ever cared about my health or my work. Neither of my parents […]
For my 37th birthday, I had my parents fly to Honolulu for a vacation. The trip had been in our mind ever since I moved from Europe to the U.S. […]
The memories with my mother I cherish is when she read for me in bed. She was generous about purchasing the quality collection of picture books. She was great at […]
My mother’s father passed away when I was 15 years old. Two years before his death, he was hit by a truck when he cycled home from the rice shop. […]
My mother rarely raised her voice at us or physically punished us. But on those rare occasions that she became angry, her anger was often abrupt, explosive, and unpredictable. She […]