Tag: <span>Flag</span>

I was born into an annexed region. I could have been Italian, but because of my Grandfather’s stubbornness, and because part of our farm was on the right side of the mountains/border, I came into this world as an Austrian girl. I am also American, by choice and love. The love for the man I met so many decades ago, who I followed to his country, who became my husband. Whose language I learned, whose passion I share. I am an American-Austrian, an Austria-American, a female version of Schwarzenegger. I am an Austrian in America.

Writing and Prompts

The red, the white, the stars and stripes—
They speak to something deep in you.
Not just to lands or lofty fights,
but to the kindness that you do.

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