I was raised to believe…
For my people in Midwestern values. This is the only picture I have of my parents together. It always makes me smile. In it, I see my dad’s swagger and charm and my mom’s shyness and kindness. They were 19, in love, and with their lives ahead of them. At the time, my father was struggling with alcoholism. He ultimately conquered his demons – demons that took his father’s life – and quit drinking before his children were born. His struggle sheltered my sisters and me from the horrors of substance abuse. My parents went through a messy divorce that left my mom the sole bread winner of a home with three young children. Despite suffering from depression and having no college education, she built a home business, and put three children through college. Her struggle gave her family security and mobility.
Theme(s)
Family, Work