If you’re not following my sister blog, Spellbound Scribes, I didn’t want you to miss this post.
When I was growing up and I’d ask my mom where we were from, what were we, she’d always answer, “We’re Heinz 57; a little bit of everything.” I love my mom and I know she was trying to be funny, but I always hated that answer. All I took away from it was that our history was lost and we didn’t know where we were from. Mostly, she assumed, we were some combo of Great Britain and Western European. So, you know, very specific and unique.
But she did know two ingredients for sure. She knew my birth father was Irish, and thought he was probably wholly Irish, so that would make me half, and she knew she had a Cherokee grandmother or possibly great grandmother.
Here’s the thing about Cherokee grandmothers: everyone in the South has one. That’s not something I knew growing up but it is a…
View original post 1,277 more words