tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105095063776035442.post3392470934448709989..comments2023-05-27T06:43:38.303-04:00Comments on CAN I DO IT?: Where I'm FromMamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04702758010419552137noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105095063776035442.post-36252199460270316682015-11-27T21:24:33.809-05:002015-11-27T21:24:33.809-05:00I’m from a moving van. I’m from never being at hom...I’m from a moving van. I’m from never being at home on Christmas morning, but being at one or the other of my Grandmothers’ houses. I’m from Richmond where the azaleas bloomed in spring in the park in the shape of a cross. I’m from my dad taking us to all the historic places in Virginia, Monticello, Mount Vernon, and hearing the words,”slave quarters” for the first time and feeling a sense of Lisa Lewishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11174675370981123226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105095063776035442.post-21068099126807023982013-05-08T10:37:34.280-04:002013-05-08T10:37:34.280-04:00Anonymous: I laughed out loud at 'heat lighte...Anonymous: I laughed out loud at 'heat lightening' and love the wonderful details in your post, many of which could have been in mine too. Thank you for taking the time to write it.Mamiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04702758010419552137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3105095063776035442.post-2200821116465816132013-05-08T10:19:35.424-04:002013-05-08T10:19:35.424-04:00I'm from Greensboro, from North Carolina, from...I'm from Greensboro, from North Carolina, from the South -- from turnip greens boiling in the pot (which I hated) to fried chicken (which I loved). I'm from a nasty little apartment on market street with ants and cockroaches, and an ok house on the fringes of Irving Park (my mother was very proud of that). I'm from dogs in the house and running barefoot in the grass and classrooms Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com