Am embarking on the biggest, most awesome project of my life - writing a book about my mother, Katharine Reynolds Lockhart, a tough-edged survivor with a marshmallow heart.
Mom's marshmallowy quality was clear to everyone who met her - total softness. I was one of the few privy to the tough edge that allowed her to survive situations that would have brought down the strongest of the strong.
Mom's challenge was having mastered her tough-edged survival skills in her mid-late teens, they were seriously messed up, helping keep her from falling apart but chaining her to heart-wrenching traumas scattered across her life. It was her great triumph, in her late 80s/early 90s, to bust 'em up.
Mom busted 'em up by becoming the true badass - in the Jen Sincero, Brene Brown sense of the word - she was born to be, the one she always was.
I know she was born to be the badass she became because of a... Bella Georgia peach tree. But more about that later.
Coming (someday) to a bookstore near you - BADASS GRANDMA, the tough-edged survival of my marshmallow Mom.
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