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Monday, December 10, 2007

I am "from",,

I saw an interesting, totally captivating, writing exercise yesterday. Define yourself,,it said. Where are you from? What are you from? What makes you,,you? Dig deep,,find yourself. Learn yourself. Where are you REALLY from? Now,,for me,,that's like an invitation to daydream. A mandate really. Define myself. Define martha. Ok,,I'll try. I actually prefer to think I defy description but if anyone in this reality can actually define me,,well,,, it will be me. So,,off to the dusty corners of the memory palace I go.
I am from Dallas. I am from Longview. I am from Lindale and Mineola. I am from Huntsville and Houston. I am from Lufkin and Austin and Round Rock. I am from Texas. I am from Arliss and Peggy and WJ and Margaret and Lorena. I am from Aunt Frances. I am from Rena. I am from biscuits with honey for breakfast and coffee with my Daddy. I am from the middle child position in the family hierarchy. I am from years of being the mediator. I am from having good idids. I am from fur coat Christmases and matching holiday outfits. I am from white linen tablecloths and Rose Point silver. I am from plaid jumpers with starched white blouses and crazy little red ties for school. I am from topsiders and Izod shirts and huge pageant hair. I am from twirling lessons and white majorette boots. I am from Peanuts jeans and disco dancing. I am from a Mothers love and a Daddys adoration. I am from children should be seen and not heard. I am from a love buried at 19 and sanity regained at 20. I am from a town full of watchful eyes, wagging tongues and comforting arms. I am from the beauty shop. I am from a failed marriage. I am from the Junior League. I am from Las Vegas. I am from success and failure. I am from steak on the grill and ice cold coke in little green glass bottles. I am from Saturday Night Live before it became SNL. I am from eager anticipation of the annual viewing of The Wizard of Oz, Mary Poppins and Gone With the Wind. I am from trips to the store for marshmallows that took 3 hours. I am from Friday night football games. I am from diaper bags and Dooney& Burke purses and tuxedoes. I am from sweet tea and corsages at homecoming and cranberry warmer on cold mornings. I am from Midnight Margaritas and a unicorn horn and a cell phone. I am from New Orleans. I am from scrubs and Crocs and hospitals. I am from toluene and the law office and the medical library and the copy machine. I am from PTA meetings and Booster club meetings and car pool lines and graduations. I am from slip n slides and the Girls Next Door and CSI. I am from The Sweet Potato Queens and Madeline L'engle and Pavarotti. I am from AOHELL and NursesOnLine. I am from biting horses and biting dogs and FrankenFish. I am from snakes on the kitchen floor and scorpions on the ceiling. I am from Mike. I am from music. I am from Longhorn Football and hot dogs. I am from broom rides and sin wagon road trips. I am from New York City and Mexico. I am from Taos. I am from "Diamonds Daddy" and "Look Mommy there's a yellow bus". I am from HOLY SHIT and Dear God and ohmylou. I am from Anne Rice and Larry McMurtry. I am from a spring recital and drill team tryouts. I am from Glamour Shots and .357s. I am from Victorias Secret and Lowes. I am from the love of two daughters. I am from Estrogen Estates. I am martha.