The Cutest Boy in the Class

First grade, Oakland, California. Kids were kids in New Zealand; we played house and oversaw menageries of stuffed animals. Here, kids were mini-adults. They asked me what my father did for a job. What kind of car we drove. Whether or not I had a boyfriend. I had a hard time getting across all this.Continue reading “The Cutest Boy in the Class”

It’s For You

Oakland, California. Sitting at a table by a window between my brother and his new best friend. I think it was summer: the summer before first grade. We lived with my grandparents, down the hill from this family: an Italian father, Swedish mother, a handsome blonde kid, and his surly older brother. And this kid–hisContinue reading “It’s For You”