As a young girl, I remember going with my family to visit my grandmother. She greeted my older brother and me with a hug, a big smile, and a plate of white sugar cookies. She wore a dark dress with black tie shoes. She fixed her silver-gray hair in a bun. She was kind, and I loved her. As I look back, life seemed simple. But, times change and people change. When my mother was 19, she left her home town on a Greyhound Bus for the seventy-mile trip to Minneapolis. Alone. She worked as a maid for a well-to-do Read More