ANYONE WHO has known me since childhood remembers summers when my family would slip away, back to New Orleans — my mother’s birthplace and essentially my “other home.” It was family ritual.
This week, as part of a partnership between Zócalo Public Square and The Smithsonian, my essay “New Orleans Is My Second Language,” is part of the “What It Means to Be American“-series exploring identity, journeys and sense of place. I chose language and ritual which were both in many ways the bridge “back home,” not just for my mother, but now I’m realizing for me as well.
top image via Plurale Tantum
2 thoughts on “Mother Tongue”
Lynell- I love this. I always love reading your work, but I particularly love this essay…. Thanks & hope all is well, Kathy
Thank you very much, Kathy. Much appreciated!