My sisters and I are the descendants of a woman who didn’t realize the skills she was inadvertently leaving us.
Nor, for years, did I.
Born to an abusive mother, Mama spent her childhood learning to dodge flying skillets and abusive verbal barbs. She left home at 17 and bore four daughters in eight years. She weathered a difficult marriage for six more years and dared to divorce in conservative 1960s South Carolina.
