Where I’m From

I am from worn out tennis shoes, from Baby Aspirin and drawings on chalkboards.

I am from the dinging of the bell in the elevator of the high-rise. I’m from the salty sea air of the Hudson and the glow of the lights over the baseball diamonds.

I am from the peony, the large proud bloom on a sturdy stem.

I am from opening one gift on Christmas Eve, a Christmas ornament each year and dark circles, from Laura and Audrey and Edith.

I am from the stubborn and sleepless.

From What do you mean the book is upside down? and This is for the dogs.

I am from church with friends, from ringing bells in random churches and yearning for a home of my own.

I'm from San Rafael and Minnesota. Mac and cheese and green bean casserole.

From gathering soda cans from under the bleachers after a stock car race, the mud sticking to our soles, and playing cards in the kitchen.

I am from photo albums in the bedroom closet, files on the portable hard drive, the musty old-fashioned scrapbook with no frills and keeping memories at my fingertips even as they grow dusty.

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