blog — collage

I was born in the United States in Wisconsin. But at age 4, I moved with my family to Mexico and then Brazil, returning to the United States in time for high school. I once was a little girl who confused what language I ought to be speaking and with whom. I understood airports and airplanes as a way to visit my grandparents and extended family in the United States. I often saw the world from the air over the wings of a jet. Things were so small down there. To make sense of these confusing country and language changes,...