I Remember

Funny how you remember things. I remember the first time I heard of Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, the famous Mexican poet. It was during a stay at college. I was in a car with a woman I’d recently met and she mentioned Sor Juana. I’ve remembered and been interested in Sor Juana ever since but I barely remember the woman. Her name was Jane, I think. At the time I was quite smitten with Jane, but it’s Sor Juana I remember.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

4 thoughts on “I Remember”

  1. I remember screamed profanities
    I remember slammed doors and cupboards
    I remember walking on eggshells, slipping silently around the house,
    not flushing the toilet – hoping to remain unnoticed.
    I remember strained car rides and feigned happiness- for the relatives’ sake
    I remember the blessed gift of headphones- that drowned out the anger
    and replaced it with joyful music.

  2. I remember the slanting rays of sun
    As it went down and down
    I remember the smell of smoke
    As chullahs were lit at dusk

    I remember the taste of raw mango
    So sharp , it made your tastebuds tango
    I remember , the smell of burnt sugar
    as someone’s milky tea boiled over

    I remember the first page of school book
    With its glossy feel and the new look
    I remember rustling habits , smell of soap
    Rosary at the waist , swinging at each step

  3. I Remember when America’s past-time was truly baseball. During my days of youthfulness and enthusiasm for playing sports, baseball seemed to be America’s real past time. The students, including me, at my school participated in pick-up baseball games during recess. In today’s world, such an activity is nonexistent and not popular.

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