Who We Are

For some reason, my father chose to move into a house, on the North West side of Oklahoma City. As memories of the house are recalled, my Mother will say the move was motivated by his want to be as far away from her side of the family as possible. Built in the 1940's, I remember walking through the house after we closed, I'm four or five, and believing every part was absolutely magical. I do not think I had ever seen an attic before. Dad will renovate, nearly the entire property, but my favorite parts remain the spaces that were a bit sketchy. Mom let us roller-blade in the house and as you went from one end to the other, a significant slant downwards would give you a good amount of momentum. The living room had a beautiful, huge, double pane window, that would fill up with water, like a fish tank, when we got rain.    There was a large mulberry tree in the backyard, under a wood fort we would make mud pies with miniature wild onions, even though we were only minutes from dow...

I am a ticket holder. My needle is ready, with layered thread. I see a future and put one step in at a time, towards the dream.  But, I did not arrive at this transcendent, evolved, know thyself, understanding of drive. I was born into this understanding, with a Father, telling me to divide and conquer intimidation one box at a time. With a Mother, telling me to stop dwelling inside of a lily white world. With a teacher taking me aside after I had given a very ill-prepared presentation, and telling me that I had a natural gift for speaking.  These formative affirmations have been a consistent undercurrent my entire life, but now, what is the value of my knowledge and strengths if they remain, only in me. Whatever you teach children today, travels with them, far into the future. So, poignantly said, by the children's author Mary Pope Osbourne. What a stirring inside of each of us, patiently waiting to be launched, despite intimidation, despite a clear path forward.  Whatev...