Crossed Signals: On being #Bilingual, & The Bloopers of a #GreekAmerican Boy in #Greece. #flashfiction #MondayBlogs
The lessons were informal, though they served as instruction nonetheless. Reminiscing now, I realize that in all likelihood they served as fodder for those early childhood outbursts when I deemed my father a “Greek olive,” a delicious insult in my young mind (those of you who read my previous blog exploring the origins of that […]
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You #Greek Olive! Delicious insults, #immigrant households, and #culture gaps. #MondayBlogs
He’s done something to make me mad–exactly what I don’t recall, though the affront occurred only moments ago, so caught up in my anger that details quickly lose importance. All that matters is that I’m angry now, mad enough to stomp my little foot, clench my tiny fists, curl my lip back in a snarl. […]
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