I am from crockpots. From warm and ready dinner for days.

I am from the rentals: nine of them, each unique, each representing memories from that time and space.

I’m from the land of the Gabrielino-Tongva.  From hills, valleys and the waters of the Pacific Ocean.

I am from sun and wind: bright, strong, energizing.

I’m from retreating to the family homestead and persevering.

From Chris and Nancy.

I’m from the chaos and the “adventures”.

From “have I told you how much I love you?” and “what part of no, don’t you understand?”

I’m from undisclosed Christian heritage and the mix of Methodists, Southern Baptists and the Brethren.

I’m from March Air Force Base, stroganoff and goulash (in the crockpot).

From the spider monkey given as a birthday gift from Aunt Cherie.

I am from the granny with 4 husbands.

The  pictures, mementos and archives must have been in a box somewhere.

The minimalist was formed in me.