I am from dirt roads, church pews and back doors.
I am from warming your legs at the gas heater in the winter and falling asleep to the hum of the window unit air conditioner in the summer.
I am from the piney woods and lakes, rivers, creeks, and bayous.
I am from brutal honesty, forthrightness, and always being real.
I am from Mommas and Daddies and Maw-maws and Paw-paws.
I am from the competitive and the stalwart.
From “don’t count your chickens before they hatch” and “every ole dog has his day.”
I am from grace, forgiveness, being filled with the Holy Spirit, the power of prayer, and God will not give you anything you can’t handle.
From Southeast Texas and chicken and dumplings and cornbread dressing.
I am from a grandmother that stripped her stockings on the way to school (screw being appropriate), and a momma that wasn’t afraid to take on the bullies… even if they were boys.
I am from where beauty is based on who you are on the inside, not how you appear on the outside. From family is your strength… and your weakness. From hard work, calloused hands and tired bodies.
I am from faith.