…not quite…but I am travelling north to my origins in Oklahoma City in two weeks. I have not been there in 11 years. The last visit was an overnight stay at a Super 8 on the way from Nashville to Marin. I only spoke with my sisters on the telephone that time. My intention in this forthcoming adventure is to attempt to reach out to my sisters whom I have somewhat abandoned or rejected. Yep…that's the truth. Sure, I have my excuses for not wanting to be around them: lifestyle, politics, fear, shame, sexuality…and uh…normalcy. Cuz you see that what was mistaken for normalcy in my birth family was not a pretty picture…no photo ops…not if you are shooting with a Kodak Brownie. I have been blaming Sarah and Joanie all these years because they are the remnants of a family I once had in Oklahoma. I finally see my part in the dysfunctional debris left behind. So my trip North will be an eye opener…leaving all expectations behind. Normalcy is not my MO…never was…never will be. But ordinariness? That I can relate to. I aspire to catch that golden ring and ride this bittersweet merry go round in abandoned thrill and gleeful wonder when I return to those ordinary hills where I was born…..
And you have my phone number.
Where is that pretty mirror housed? So lovely.
The mirror has cracked all around you. I like it.
It is in Robin’s house here in San Miguel…I just installed it the day I took this photo…..
You can’t choose your family, but it seems the friends you have chosen make all the difference!
Who wouldn’t love to have you as a brother?
I am certain that with heartfelt communications..
miracles can happen.
Rose Morelia and Chicago