Where the hell are you from anyway???

The way I speak has been a topic of conversation more than a few times.
In middle school there was good natured teasing about my oh so proper speech.
I overcompensated into a lazy speech pattern that had to drive my mama crazy.
After a drink or two in college, it was difficult to discern where I might be from.
Moving to Houston did not help.
Soon after my arrival in KC, a student asked me why I talked all “country”.
Funny…that…because I soon noticed in the middle of KC lots of people “talk country” when getting after ornery behavior. I wonder why that is.
I think after my kids arrived on the scene I was much more careful about clear speaking.
Maybe too careful.
After my first day of class at UMKC?
One of my students asked me if I was from New York!
I laughed…a lot.
She did too when I told her I have never been anywhere NEAR New York!
One too many read alouds in character I guess!

About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much

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