...there is a writing contest at another favorite blog of mine that i'm entering. it's a contest using the I am From that i did back in october. so i'm entering the contest, especially since the prize is a book...and i'm a sucker for books. the host of the contest has really good taste in books, so i trust that the winning book will be worth entering the contest.

so...head on over to Mary's blog. the blog is a great read! pull up a chair and read a bunch of her archives. leave her a comment and let her know that i sent you there.

and hey - enter the contest yourself! the more, the merrier!


I Am From...

...rainbow shirts and friendship bracelets. From the Atari 800 and one of the last-purchased VCRs on the block.

I am from the city-suburb: an inbetween of city-lights, and suburb-quiet.

I am from milkweed pods in October and dandelion fuzz in July. From the pungent-orange of Grammy's marigolds, and the sting of the crab-apple fights with my brothers.

I am from Cheerios eaten in our rooms on Christmas morning. From the public library and the natural history museum on Saturday mornings.

I am from Jameses and Eugenes, Myrtles and Marjories. From liverwurst at Nana's and rutebega at Grammy's. From the Scotch-Irish and the Germans.

I am from conservative, orthodox presbyterianism, who didn't (and still don't) allow women to speak during worship. I am unfrom them now.

I'm from St. Elizabeth's hospital on Ash Wednesday, 1973.

From the spires of Oxford, the charasmatic Anglican church that changed my parents' (and eventually my) belief of worship. And perhaps God.

I am from white-framed paper photos stuck to black-paged photo albums on Mom's closet shelf. I am from wood and metal framed photos on the second floor wall of my childhood home. I am from dozens of Hallmark-store diaries with cheap locks, and shoes boxes of letters from penpals, now ashes.