Prone to Wander: I'm from...
I am from homemade banana bread with no nuts, from Crest baking
soda toothpaste and green apple Dawn dish soap.
I am from the right side duplex on Goldbrier Lane, a rusty
swing set in the backyard and a neighbor with a German Shepherd who once ate
superglue and couldn’t bark right for days.
I am from the aloe vera plant that mom rubbed on my
sunburned shoulders, the scent of freshly mowed grass and the every once in a
while flowers from my dad to my mom.
I am from Crandalls and Hendersons and Ricks and Susans and
stubborn, yet driven, and borderline obnoxious some days.
From “Because I said so” and “if you can’t say something
nice, don’t say anything at all” and rice and vegetables with soy sauce but Little
Caesars every other Friday.
I am from the suburbs of Memphis, from a nurse and a
business management professor, and a grandpa who grew up during the Depression
and learned what it meant to have everything with nothing.
I am from creepy bamboo forests in the backyard, with
trickling streams running over rocks peppered on uneven terrain, and from
people who may truly know you and yet still love you.