How Two Specific Presidents Turned Me Into The Woman I Am Today
I realized recently that I've written six years of blog posts without one "tribute" to the two people who gave me the ability to write in the first place (in that they gave me life, which gave me hands, but also in the general parental support and guidance way). But I didn't want to write some generic, mushy account of what my parents mean to me. It's too much to cover in a generic, mushy account, and trust me, I know my way around accounts of that nature. So instead I got to thinking about the specific moments that best explain who my parents are - both as people and as parents - and how it's made me the kind of person I am today - a woman one week away from her 30th birthday (you didn't think I'd make it through this whole post without mentioning that fact, did you?). I thought about our annual drives down to Florida when Mom would deliver my sisters and me the hand-made activity books she'd slaved over for hours (we're talking an entire ma...