“Mama, I forgot to give you this on Christmas,” he said. Apparently, I am not the only writer in the family…
Where I’m From
I am from snowboarding, from play dough and Lucky Charms
I am from the basement, warm, safe and my favorite place to be
I am from the aloe and the delicious goo inside
I am from the giant bottle of beer and the lol’s, from Olivia and Abby and Arron
I am from the alcohol and obsessive shower time
From “Go to your room” and “clean the dishes”
I am from no church even though we tried it once. It was too corny.
I’m from New Jersey, England and not yet Seattle. New Jersey root beer float and hot dogs
From the famous attack of 9/11 that took my dad and created my author mom
I am from mom’s glass doored cased filled with all precious things. A gold ring wrapped in a purple bag that my mom finally showed me, and a marriage ring.
— Carter, age 10
And Olivia made this in her ceramics class. Could be in a gallery somewhere.
A proud mama and her talented kids… ahhh.