Where I am From
Today's post is an inspiration from the wonderful blog Searching Sophia's Pockets . Credit to Will O'Brien for the post about accepting and appreciating where you come from! Where I’m From I am from the 64-pack of Crayola crayons, from Schlafly Hefeweizen and snap bracelets. I am from the wasp-filled air conditioning vents. I am from the dogwood tree, the Meramec River. I am from thrift store hunting and using too much tape on Christmas presents, from Lilian LaVerne and Ruby Savatha and Grandpa E. I am from the music on the front porch and sisters singing in hesitant harmony. From “the fourth commandment!” and everything happens for a reason. I am from praying the Rosary every Tuesday on brown, duck-taped kneelers, the diamond stained-glass windows leaking warm air. I'm from Kansas City and Cherokee-German-French-Italian , from corn soufflé and calico beans. From Pop Toe Wart Knee Bang and the Cardinals on TV, from Gomez Corn Mouthface Booboo, and my m