TY - JOUR
AU1 - Sinor, Jennifer
AB - JENNIFER SINOR By the time I was three, I had lived in three different states; six by the time I was eight. Conscripted by birth into the US Navy, I served my country for twenty-one years and never called anyplace home. With each new school, I sought the kid along the fenceline, the friendless, the hapless one who reproduced her outsidership physically by inter- twining her fingers in the chain link, ready to flee at any moment. In those children, I saw potential allies. Rosie in Virginia, Miranda in Hawaii, Lori Lasher with her black hair and love of horses, the two of us pawing the dirt under the red cedars in a schoolyard in Bellevue, Washington. I matched my own outsiderness to theirs, fitted my hunched and awkward frame alongside their bodies, and, for a moment, cold chain link pressing into bare arms, I felt as though I belonged. Pat Conroy writes that military brats are members of an “invisible, unorganized tribe,” who offer their fathers and mothers up as soldiers in the name of patriotism and duty, who know only passage and ram- bling and leave taking, and, therefore, are strangers to themselves. “By necessity,” he says, 
TI - On Migration
JF - ISLE: Interdisciplinary Studies in Literature and Environment
DO - 10.1093/isle/ist055
DA - 2013-12-01
UR - https://www.deepdyve.com/lp/oxford-university-press/on-migration-g0xSq0UGuZ
SP - 670
EP - 682
VL - 20
IS - 3
DP - DeepDyve
ER -