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| I am From Grace |
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I am from a queen of harmony and a king of
America’s favorite pastime.
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| I am from David Mas Masumoto’s flowering
fruit blossoms and Cesar Chavez’s marches: the heart of the San Joaquin
Valley. From foggy winters and scorching summers, the sweet
fragrance of citrus blossoms boldly announcing spring’s presence.
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I am from beerrock dough and Waldorf
salads, rich with cream, and the matriarchs whose hands wove love and
warmth into our nourishment.
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I am from dreams of victory; from
perseverance in the face of failure; hope in the midst of defeat.
I am from a national softball championship.
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I am from a love of learning, formal and informal. From Peach Blossom Spoken Word Festivals, middle school math teams, and university research seminars. I am from four colorful years at UCLA and ten years of read-alouds with my mother’s kindergarten students. |
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I am from bread dough slowly rising then HOT! out of the oven. From seeds, spreading roots then steadily rising upwards to blossom; a small farm under my sweetheart’s careful watch overlooking the Yuba River. |
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| I am from a future in the Sierra Nevada
foothills: snow painting the Cedars white and more scorching summers
harvesting the earth’s bounty. |
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I am from the support of family, love of friends, perspectives of children. |
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| I am from Life’s Grace. |
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