(or How I Lost My Family)
If I’m going to let you into my garden, I guess I should tell you why I had to close it off in the first place.
It wasn’t always this way. I used to have a lot to say. In fact, once upon a time, I talked so much and so loudly that my parents thought it was funny (not to mention shaming) to call me the “Mouth of the South.”
That label, in and of itself, probably shut me up. And in time, I started to realize that I was different from my family. I share an uncanny physical resemblance to my family of origin, but that’s where the similarities and connections end.
So at some point I just stopped talking. No one was listening anyways. No one understood me.