"Grandma, when I grow up, I think I want to be a manicurist."
"No you don't, honey. You want to be a writer," she intervened. "You're a writer."
It's not that Mary B. didn't understand or appreciate the value of a nice set of fingernails. She herself had once owned a beauty salon. I guess she saw a stronger talent in me from an early age; I authored published poems, received excellent grades in writing, and helped her illustrate and design her own children's' books.
I won't say that this is my first attempt at living up to those writer dreams she once aspired for me to pursue- I've had my fair share of blog ambitions, college writing classes taken, and a couple of solid years writing successful press and web content for my husband's previous company, TicketKick.
But here I am, and I dedicate this post to you, Mary Bentley. Thanks for helping me aim higher.
Mary B. Martin 1933-2012