“Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. For some, they come in with the tide. For others, they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by time. That is the life of men. Now, women forget all those things they don’t want to remember, and remember all those things they don’t want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.” -Zora Neal Hurston
When I was a little girl, I spent many an hour dreaming of who I would be one day when I was a “lady.” Among the sprawling corn and tobacco fields where my childhood played out, there was ample opportunity to dream, to plot, to imagine just what life could be. I had plenty of female role models to look up to: my school teachers, the woman who taught me to play piano, and our elderly neighbor who taught me how to grow African Violets, just to name a few. Of course, out of all of them, my beautiful young mother was the woman I admired the most.