I am from Tomato soup, from Coca Cola and M&M's.
I am from the big white house that Dr. Fox used to own. It smells old. It is very old.
I am from the wisteria, the daffodils.
I am from Thanksgiving with the cousins and deep blue eyes, from Patricia and Josephine and Paul.
I am from the boisterous and determined.
From a place where fairies live and peanuts grow on trees.
I am from Catholics and Lutherans. Who allowed me to follow my own path.
I'm from Washington, D.C, saurkraut and beets.
From the great aunt who swam in the ocean off Cape Cod every day of her life, the grandfather who sailed for the Vanderbilts, and the sister who takes her shirt off for a worthy cause.
I am from my mother's basement. Where she holds all of our memories carefully in boxes. Waiting for us to return one day to collect them and remember.
