This one’s for the grandmas who quietly carry our history. In this episode, I share a tender memory of discovering a pink Mead notebook my Grandma Donna saved for decades—a notebook filled with poems and stories I wrote as a little girl. It’s not just about nostalgia. It’s about remembering the child I was, the dreams I had, and the quiet proof that I’ve always been a writer. I reflect on the power of holding on to our younger selves, how memory works when childhood trauma is part of the stor...
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This one’s for the grandmas who quietly carry our history. In this episode, I share a tender memory of discovering a pink Mead notebook my Grandma Donna saved for decades—a notebook filled with poems and stories I wrote as a little girl. It’s not just about nostalgia. It’s about remembering the child I was, the dreams I had, and the quiet proof that I’ve always been a writer. I reflect on the power of holding on to our younger selves, how memory works when childhood trauma is part of the stor...
Ep. 6 | K-Dramas, Heritage, and My Grandmother’s Goodbye
Little Book of Confessions with Melissa May
15 minutes
4 months ago
Ep. 6 | K-Dramas, Heritage, and My Grandmother’s Goodbye
K-dramas always hit me right in the heart — not just for the drama, but for the way they stir something in my memory. In this episode of Little Book of Confessions, I share stories about my Korean grandmother, Marie — how she escaped North Korea as a child, built a life in the U.S., and shaped who I am in ways I’m still discovering. This is a story about food, culture, memory, grief, and a goodbye I never got to say. It’s for anyone who's straddled multiple cultures, felt the weight of family...
Little Book of Confessions with Melissa May
This one’s for the grandmas who quietly carry our history. In this episode, I share a tender memory of discovering a pink Mead notebook my Grandma Donna saved for decades—a notebook filled with poems and stories I wrote as a little girl. It’s not just about nostalgia. It’s about remembering the child I was, the dreams I had, and the quiet proof that I’ve always been a writer. I reflect on the power of holding on to our younger selves, how memory works when childhood trauma is part of the stor...
