With love, to a Mom who broke the mold

A lot of people knew Edna Mae in the small town where I was born. She was quick witted and had a sharp tongue to match. She was attractive, but had a big chip on her shoulder. She had learned how to take care of number one.

And her choice of men gave the local gossipers plenty to chirp about.

But what they didn’t know – couldn’t know – was that the little girl pulling at Edna Mae’s skirt was cut from a different cloth. Warm, yet shy, smart, yet humble, the little girl would one day break away from her mom’s influence and become a beacon of light to those fortunate enough to know her.