That is odd. In a café bakery and no wifi but they have
ether cords and cables. I almost did not recognize the word when it was said it
has been so long since I have heard that word.
I was the first in my family to get a divorce.
The only one to get a college degree.
And I was different than all the rest more so that I was
like any of the rest.
Not married
Divorced
Single Parent
Artist
Lifelong non-profit worker
Anti-racist
Fringe walker. That is how I have always thought of myself.
Walking along the fringe of it all. A
perspective from the outside looking in, learned when I was young for matters
of survival. I have a secret, a big one, to protect the family I must not allow
it to escape. To keep it all together for everyone I must be on the alert for
signs of trouble, or error, or threats to the balance. I tried. I really tried.
The group did not want to stay in a group. All the group members decided to
disband except for funerals. Not even weddings brought us together after a
while.
Now there is chosen family. I hate that word chosen. I
prefer saying family, without the descriptor.
Birthplace family and family for life. I know we will not
disband. I know we will be at the important events. In this family I do not
need to worry so much.
