I am from Volvos, piano and ballet lessons, and perfect pie crusts made with the recipe on the Crisco can.
I am from the stone house near the lake, where the sailboats circle up in regattas.
I’m from the thorny pyracantha, pink crepe myrtles, and neat rows of hyacinths. I’m from the dogwood tree that bloomed more than any other in the neighborhood.
I am from an amazing group of women who are independent, smart, witty, and make me proud to be among them. I am the youngest granddaughter of Nancy, and the youngest chess partner Travis ever had.
I am from the family where humor, originality, and good manners are valued.
From where ‘tacky’ is a weighty word indeed, and all the women know just when to use it, and in exactly what tone of voice.
I am from church camp in the summer, and trips to the bluebonnets of Hill Country.
I am from Ft. Worth, from hamburgers on the grill, and pies for birthdays instead of cakes.
From the family where the mom managed to do it all, with the sister whose personality is larger than life, and the father could make a joke of anything.
I am from As The World Turns, from lazy Saturdays of CMT, and from a lifetime of singing duets with my sister.
I am from the house near the lake, from a family of strong, beautiful women. I am from a place of beauty, of love, and of blessing.