“Girls,” I say, in the hallway’s chaos.
“Yes…” They are in in chaos, too. Shoes half on, half off. Coats thrown on half over, half under their backpacks. In transition in many ways.
Graduation from kindergarten tomorrow.
“I have a phrase I need you to learn.”
“Yes….”
“I say, you say, ok? Illegitimi…”
“Illegitimi…”
“Non…”
“Non…”
“Carborundum.”
“Carborundum.”
“Ok, the whole thing. Illegitimi non carborundum.”
“ILLEGITIMI NON CARBORUNDUM.”
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Coleen Monroe-Knight is a Colorado native who has left a trail of new homes for herself around the world. She's set foot in 30 countries and lived on four continents in the last eleven years.
Her nomad homes are in Colorado, Chilean Patagonia, France, Italy, Switzerland, South Korea, England, and Iceland. Her latest travel adventures took her to Yunnan, Beijing, Jiangxi, and Southern China.
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