"what are you?"

i can't win with the ethnicity stuff. answer your question, it's a personal betrayal. don't answer your question, i risk you rolling your eyes and saying "good lord woman, what's the big deal?"

but that's exactly what i think when people ask me this. i think ... what's the big deal? and it makes me feel very strange.

so here it is. for the record:

ahem...

i'm the lost child of a glacier chaser. my poor papa lost me in a sledding and i was raised by wolves. i tried to teach them my icelandic tongue, but they had roots in detroit. they just weren't down for it. so they swallowed my native language one night under a full moon and now i can't remember...where i'm from. next thing i knew...

i was buying superman icecream at the corner liquor store, the chilly blue of which reminded me of a home i knew long ago and far away.