I am from assignment comparison Oct '13 VS Mar '14
THE FOLLOWING WAS WRITTEN OCTOBER 2013
I am from standing in the kitchen with mom making mini lasagna out of the ripped noodles.
I am from Mom filling the role of dad too.
I am from inner district transfers and no neighborhood schools.
I am from mud and grass pies made in the yard.
I am from teaching Brandy to walk the ledge of the porch and dog loyalty.
I am from drinking out of the hose.
I am from “let’s snuggle” “turn over” and “snuggle my back”.
I am from camping at Thousand Trails and sharing pull out beds, roasting marshmallows over a campfire and watching “Billy Madison” every time, without fail.
I am from being left in the car with Casper as my protector.
I am from late nights crying and self-soothing with gentle strokes of a razor blade.
I am from best friend cousin like a sister.
I am from Christmas mornings with eggs benedict with extra hollandaise and showing off favorite gifts.
I am from listening to stories of grandma Aline demanding things at restaurant staff.
I am from “I love my cat so much I want to marry him”.
I am from “I won’t be coming to Christmas/Thanksgiving this year” it’s easier to be alone than to feel alone amongst family.
I am from butter toast and Maury marathons.
I am from words said in anger and hurt feelings.
I am from sleep over at Aunt Gail’s, swimming in the pool, staying up too late and breakfast with Bob’s Big Boy seasoning.
I am from Pepsi over Coke.
I am from zucchini cake in Bundt pans generously dusted with C&H powdered sugar.
I am from unspoken words and knowing I am the “black sheep”.
I am from family unity in times of crisis.
THE FOLLOWING WAS WRITTEN MARCH 2014
I am from sunny San Diego born and raised.
I am from “Do you have a dad?!”
I am from calling my mother by her first name (and it being totally okay).
I am from inner district transfers and no neighborhood schools.
I am from “I don’t live near here”.
I am from silent tears and showing no outward emotion.
I am from “let’s snuggle” “turn over” and “snuggle my back”.
I am from camping at Thousand Trails and sharing pull out beds, roasting marshmallows over a campfire and watching “Billy Madison” every time, without fail.
I am from being left in the car with Casper as my protector.
I am from big family get togethers focused around what is most important, the food.
I am from having a cousin like a best friend and sister to never speaking a word to one another.
I am from Christmas mornings with eggs benedict with extra hollandaise sauce and Martinelli’s sparkling cider.
I am from “I won’t be coming to Christmas/Thanksgiving this year” it’s easier to be alone than to feel alone amongst family.
I am from quiet but clear sexism.
I am from having a niece and nephew older than me and a sister old enough to be my mother.
I am from being allowed to experiment in the kitchen and play in Mom’s make up.
I am from letters to the parole board signed ‘Lenore Barnhill, sister of the deceased’
I am from words said in anger and hurt feelings.
I am from financial secretary mother saying math is easy because its either right or wrong, and for me it was always wrong.
I am from sleep over at Aunt Gail’s, swimming in the pool, staying up too late and eggs sprinkled with Bob’s “Big Boy” seasoning.
I am from do they have that is a bigger size?
I am from zucchini cake in Bundt pans generously dusted with C&H powdered sugar.
I am from unspoken words and knowing I am the “black sheep”.
I am from “you can’t wear that to church” and disapproving looks.
I am from first in my immediate family to go to college.
I am from rolled eyes at the mention of taking a black studies class.
I am from family unity in times of crisis.
My name is Lenore and I am a reflection of you












