I come from a teenage mother a blue-collar father a small mining town where they don’t know MBA-speak. I come from parents who split up on the wrong side of the tracks in a dirty home in the trailer park and I smelled like cigarettes. I come from love and contradiction shame and abandonment the black garbage bag dumped at the foster home. I come from refugees of war-torn Palatine in 1709 harsh, cold winters, Mormons, Scots, and New York colonists who stop my self-pity. I come from high school community college university with a bachelor’s degree to a corporate job away, far away. I come from my mistakes and failures my choices and my actions natural consequences and free will and learned to take up space. I’ve come back to put down roots to raise children to build a life, to stay and live, to stay alive.
This version performed live via zoom at the Oxygen Arts Centre Author Reading Series, 26Jan2022, 7pm. (I was one of two student readers, followed by two published authors).
https://oxygenartcentre.org/performance-presentation/presentation-series-2/
Youtube recording:
https://youtu.be/4rKl6Y2CnLE