Reaganomics has depleted me.
My crosswords are useless.
Then I remember…
How lucky I am.
My own Mother was masquerading in the 1970’s
as a Catholic heart peasant girl.
Her jet black hair and olive skin kept her a Sicilian at best.
The World shook with
Cold War fear.
My Mother and her 5 Siblings kept an American silence that cost.
She had to change her Surname,
Her Accent/Dialect, Her Culture, Her Identity, just for the sake of Peace.
She NEVER mentioned the Spring swims in the Danube, or the Winter Slopes in Krasnoyarsk.
She understood the havoc of her own Culture Identity could implode.
Instead, her eldest sibling of ten years, attended a
Beach Boys Concert.
Moments like this kept my
Teaching Culture Phenomena is quite unique.
As 2013 passes, my Mother deludes any factor she is aware of anything past
To watch your own Mother
dissemble her existence is
soul wretching, a disruption of one.
But, I guess
”Gotta keep those love vibrations.”
Return to 1986.
My Hungarian Independence and Slavic face gives me away.
Time is not kind.
*Can you imagine having to deny your own Culture, Race as a Caucasian(and I’m 1/4 of Color)?
I wish I was at that
Beach Boys Concert chanting ”It’s all a lie.”