This story is about women in my family, Zannett, Laura, Martha, Marie and Sylvina. There are things about these women that I donÕt know. There are things I do know that you donÕt need to know. Do not believe that I believe these women were perfect, without faults or flaws. They werenÕt.
But they loved me, and I loved them, and that to me is power worth sharing and passing on.