Monday, September 19, 2011

Where I'm From

I am from creaky, wooden mini-chairs in the backyard, from Wisk laundry detergent and 80 rolls of brown, 
Hi-Dri paper towels.

I am from yellow stucco, drains that gurgle whenever it rains, and the whooshing sound of coffee in the old percolator with the see-through plastic top.

I am from the bougain-villea, the cypress trees, and the pond that disappeared.

I am from player pianos and talking with your hands, from white beards, soft voices and colorful tattooes.

I am from slamming kitchen cabinets, cursing at defunct computer programs, and having too many papers on my desk.

From being adopted and being adored.

I am from a mixture of Paganism, Taoism, Buddhism, and the Green Flash. I am from the quiet curl of a baby fern leaf on the first day of Spring.

I am from San Diego, from Cherokee, Irish and English blood. I am from clam linguine and baked potatoes that explode when you open the oven door.

From the Wint-o-green Lifesavers on the patio over a card game, the Chasing of the Bunny, and playing superheroes on the enormous, brown swing-set.

I am from everywhere, bookcases, albums, fireplace mantels, computer files and libraries.

I am.

If you would like to use this prompt, please see HERE for the template.


  1. I am from Oshkosh overalls, from Cheerios and red cowboy boots.
    I am from the blistering heat that dries the Oklahoma plains into dust and the freezing winter ice that forces their lonesome trees into submission.
    I am from jasmine and the milky moonflower that graces the trellis at night.
    I am from family catfish frys and crazy women who burn down their homes, from my mother and father and the family I built on my own who loved me back to life.
    I am from the heartbroken and dreams forgotten.
    From lies and angry words.
    I am from a distorted view of God. And then, I went to hell and back and found that I did not fear God, I got to know God.
    I’m from Shreveport, cornbread, fried chicken and hush puppies.
    From the cousins who convinced me that peeing my pants would relieve the sting of falling in a patch of bull nettle, the tragic hair dye accidents of my youth, and the naked childhood friend hiding in my closet only to be surprised by my mother.
    I am from a forgotten farmhouse full of lost treasures, a rusted trailer parked in the yard, a barn that once housed chickens and many homes that are no longer ours.

  2. Thanks, Taze and KJ. xo

    "Anonymous", Wow. I can really hear you through that. Thank you so much.

  3. Love the new site!

  4. Thank you, thank you! :) I finally caved and bought the domain. LOL