March 4, 2017
Last Friday I had the chance to go back to Whidbey Island and visit the students at Crescent Harbor Elementary. Like a lot of the students in the library that afternoon, I’m a Navy brat. That means answering the question, “Where are you from?” always takes a beat or two to answer.
To me, where I’m from is a place I’ve never really lived.
A few months ago I was driving I-5 north of Burlington, heading towards the Canadian border. The highway narrows there, hacked into the hillside, evergreens crowd either side. Home. The word was there. This stretch of freeway leads to the little town where I was born and lived for the first few years of my...
Last Friday I had the chance to go back to Whidbey Island and visit the students at Crescent Harbor Elementary. Like a lot of the students in the library that afternoon, I’m a Navy brat. That means answering the question, “Where are you from?” always takes a beat or two to answer.
To me, where I’m from is a place I’ve never really lived.
A few months ago I was driving I-5 north of Burlington, heading towards the Canadian border. The highway narrows there, hacked into the hillside, evergreens crowd either side. Home. The word was there. This stretch of freeway leads to the little town where I was born and lived for the first few years of my...