Cul-de-sac : an american childhood | Khadija Anderson
Khadija Anderson, Muslim, mother, poet, and Anarchist lives in her hometown of Los Angeles, CA. Her poetry has been published in many online and print journals and anthologies. Her first book of poetry, “History of Butoh" was published in 2012 and her poem Islam for Americans was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2009. Khadija runs a monthly social justice themed literary series, Poets & Allies for Resistance, in Pasadena, Calif.
Story Problems I
- Scandinavians are renowned for being cold + my Danish grandmother Lily was no exception = When my mother was young Grandma Lily used to call her Sister as if she had no name
- When I was young Grandma Lily had relatives from Chicago that used to visit, Grandma Lily's sister and her children and grandchildren + Grandma Lily and her sister had a falling out at some point + Grandma Lily never spoke to them again = I've long forgotten all of their names
- When I was three I went to a preschool with my Aunt Aurora, my mother's half-sister who was a year older than me + Aurora's dad, my step-Grandpa Joe, used to pick her up from the preschool = My mother picked me up after work hours later
- Grandma Lily, Grandpa Joe, and Aurora lived a mile away from the preschool + Joe worked right down the street + every day Joe picked Aurora up and left me there + once at preschool the sand table fell on top of me + my hair, mouth, and clothes were full of sand = My other grandfather Pop who lived 10 miles away came to pick me up that day
- At Joe and Grandma Lily's house we were not allowed to touch anything + when my baby sister Chloe went to touch something Joe would wait until her little fingers lit on whatever it was + he would flick the back of her hand with his huge fingers = The adults thought this was hysterical and would laugh and laugh