Was it really stealing? Stealing is wrong.

First of all, let me say that I’ve never stolen anything before. Well, that was what I truly thought until I started to write and then I began to remember my dishonest and theiving past. I was astonished, really. It’s funny what we forget and what we remember once we start writing. Forgive me and…

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When I was 12…

When I was 12, I lived in a townhouse on Anania Circle in the town of Mililani, situated in the center of the island of Oahu.  Our neighbor was a grumpy old man who would bang his fists against the wall whenever I practiced the piano. Soon we figured out that I could not, should…

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Latchkey kids (or latchkey kids make pizza)

Left alone hungry At night We make a pizza In the oven it goes Out the kitchen I leap Age 8 and 5 Stuck to the TV We enjoy Clint Eastwood’s Every Which Way But Loose Rapture The alarm screams We scream Kitchen running Thick smoke goes up out The wall is black I can’t…

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Swearing.

Swearing was not allowed in the house. But then again, swearing was on the cable TV and in the rooms and behind the words of everyone in the house. I remember the first time I swore in front of my mother. I must have been about 15 years old. We were in the garage, getting…

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When I started to read and write (part 2)

I’m thankful I grew up in a household where reading took place. My mom didn’t read bedtime stories to Larry and me though. We didn’t grow up with a house filled with children’s picture books or visit the library together or anything like that. Any picture book we acquired was from my grandma who gave…

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