I’m from pink bubblegum carpet and bunk beds with boy’s names carved inside the oak– living on the West side.
I’m from generations of Sicilians where big mamas stirred homemade spaghetti sauce with basil and garlic and rolled out potato gnocchi.
I’m from orange Kool-Aid, peanut butter sandwiches, and running thru sprinklers in Aunt Carol’s yard on hot summer days.
I’m from frosty Minnesota winters creating snow angels with my sister, Kay.
I’m from Baptist, Methodist, Lutheran, and Non-Denominational churches where I finally figured out it doesn’t matter a damn. I loved Jesus no matter where I sat.
I’m from Madonna’s: Like a Virgin, Lucky Star, and Papa Don’t Preach.
I’m from putting on black eyeliner & deep red lipstick on Piedmont Avenue with Sue before we drank cheap beer all night at the Pit.
I’m from big sprayed hair, Marlboro cigarettes, and a bit of hash… sweating on plastic seats– French kissing in Mike’s Corvette.
I’m from Mother Goddess who listened to Pasty Cline and baked warm chocolate chip cookies for us after school.
I’m from Jong, Sexton, Oliver & Plath.
(My all time fav. book)
I’m from poetry, metaphor, vowels, and symbolism.
I’m from sexy pole dancer to green eggs & ham.
I’m from single in the city to a married with kids.
I’m from Cruise Ships, London, Liverpool, Miami, Jamaica, Puerto Rico, Nassau, & Cozumel living without inhibition.
I’m from mourning, lamenting, weeping, and drinking too much Merlot.
I’m from resurrecting & rising after monsters and murders.
I’m from darkness.
I’m from light.
I’m from dying while still living.
I’ve from the salt of Margaritas mingled with the salt of tears.
I’m from Love.
It overflows into my soul like waterfalls. It gushes. It surges. It drowns me.
The love is enough for 5 lifetimes….
(Me & My Soul Mate & greatest Love, Kay)
~~~ Dear, Reader, tell me in one sentence where you’re from….