Tag Archives: Where I’m From

Writing Me: Where I’m From {Mary}

I’m from the tobacco fields of Kentucky. Of farmland and roadside barbeque stands.

I’m from the squares in Savannah, the truck stops in Florida, I’m from a family that spread itself wide across the country for room to breathe.

I’m from a valley that lies between the Ohio River and Fourpole Creek, from brick houses on brick streets, from porch naps and fireflies.

I’m from Sit up straight and Sweet dreams.

I’m from skinned knees and walking to school and lunch in brown paper bags.

I’m from a tribe of girlfriends and passing notes and pinky swears.

I’m from fake IDs and fraternity parties and football games.

I’m from holding on and holding it in, from the pause in conversation.

Where I’m from is the space between lines of words on a page.

These days I’m from pigtails and Matchbox cars, from phone calls that stretch long into an afternoon.

I’m from kissing boo-boos and broken toys, from crock pots and church pot-lucks.

I’m from preschool pick up and Remember to flush.

But in a hidden shadow place I’m still from acres of farmland, still from fireflies that glow yellow when I unfurl my fingers and open my hand.

They light the way back to where I’ve been.

 Mary Lauren Weimer is a social worker turned mother turned blogger. She’s pursuing a career as a freelance writer, and her work has been published in Sleet Magazine and featured on many popular websites. Her blog, My 3 Little Birds, focuses on the small reflections – MOMents – in each day that make life beautiful.


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Writing Me: Where I’m From {Liberty}

I am from where the creek runs through town, from Tang and fresh-caught dungeness crab.

I am from the blueberry inn, the rock wall with the rope swing, cedar lined closets, and the best seat in town on the 4th of July.

I am from the summer salmonberries and skunk cabbage, the limpets and goeducks.

I am from lazy Sundays and scenic drives, from perseverance’s stairs and the Causeway and polishing rocks.

I am from taking on too much, walking barefoot and microwave breadboxes.

From bears in the outhouse and shark-free seas.

I am from hell and damnation catholic school days, potluck Methodist nights and learning to dress for neither.

I’m from a small fishing village on a green isle, plank salmon and cheesy potatoes.

From the bikini briefs bear chasing, the devils club patch, and the day trips of Dad’s sailboat, from photographers and naturalists.

I am from old black trunks, slide reels, and sweet moss-covered boardwalks. I am grateful for this home harbor I call home.
Liberty MontanoKnitter. Soaper. Indie Dyer. Yogini. Photographer. Champion of Simple. Slayer of Good Grammer. Maestro of the ‘Mom’ voice.

Read more by Liberty at Digging on Purpose


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Writing Me: Where I’m From {Brook}

I am from river cities and small towns with corn fields as far as the eye can see.
From Chewy Chips Ahoy cookies with a tall glass of cold milk and Happy Joe’s taco pizza with Whitey’s ice cream for dessert. From plastic horses that galloped like wind and from Barbies with pink sports cars and stacks of Golden books.
From duplexes, apartments, fixer uppers and zero lots with old friends for neighbors.
I am from the sweet smell of lilacs in the springtime and the smiling faces of pansies blooming in the summer sun. From lilly pads in garden ponds brimming with shimmering goldfish.
From strong stubborn Germans and blond haired, blue eyed Swedes. From a single dad and a remarried mother. From step families knitted together by love and circumstance.
I am from Fate and faith and the belief in things bigger than myself.
I’m from mega shopping trips with my grandmother and learning everything I know about gardening from her. From singing to the Grease soundtrack into my hairbrush and creating dance routines to TV commercials.
I’m from salisbury steak TV dinners with my dad while watching The A-Team and Magnum PI, and from daddy daughter nights at girl scouts.
From knee boarding on the Mississippi behind my stepdad’s fishing boat and baiting hooks to fish for blue gill.
From being called an over emotional spaz, geek and overall nerd. From finding myself in my twenties and rising above all labels. From being unique and an individual. I’m from overcoming negative thoughts and worries. From surviving abuse and eating disorders and finally being comfortable in my own skin.
I am from dreams and passions yet to be discovered. From traveling the journey of life and anticipating the excitement it will bring.

Brook is a spunky redhead who shares her views on life, love, kids and the world via her blog Readhead Reverie. She never sugar coats it and never acts like she’s perfect, because truthfully wouldn’t that be so FREAKING BORING.

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