I’m from mismatched kitchen table chairs and hardwood floors spotted with plastic toys where a boy with sunlight colored hair and an everlasting smile greets me. I’m from late night jam sessions on the old acoustic guitar where we belt out off pitched lyrics to the crickets and dance beneath the New England stars. I’m … Continue reading Sophia, Where Are You From?
Margaret, where are you from? Where are you from, Margaret? I’m from learning a few words in sign language to spark my love for a language without physically talking. A language used by moving your hands into different symbols, and someone (if they know sign language) knows exactly what you mean. I’m … Continue reading Margaret, Where Are You From?