My grandmother was one of the strongest women I have ever known. She was dirt poor, black, and had her first child at the age of 15. She was barely 5 feet tall and I’m told that her first child weighed 15 pounds! My grandmother would go on to have 7 more children and face tremendous hardships. I could tell you so many stories about how she persevered through racism, deadbeat men and living in poverty. I could tell you stories about how she sang jazz in a smokey nightclub, trying to put food on the table. I could tell you all of these stories and you would marvel at her strength, but truthfully I would just be repeating the stories I heard growing up.
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