I grew up in the Midwest and on a farm, and grit work was well taught there. My mom cast a vision to me of touching lives through the written word. She had little down time with being a farmer’s wife and a mom of five. When she stopped in the evenings, she wrote with her favorite blue fountain pen in her diary. And then she touched countless lives by dropping a handwritten note in the mail offering her words of care, love, support, or sympathy.
And as a little girl I followed my mom. I started writing by keeping my words in a diary. But I locked up my words from eyes to see afraid I would be laughed at.…
