So, I married a Mennonite…
That’s how I begin this story.
It’s the thing that sticks out funny-
indelible mark on my life page.
Like the boys who grin
and fling themselves off couches
and call me mama.
And the transition from city to country
with barefoot neighbors.
It’s about the things that make us unique,
but more about what makes us alike.
This is my story.