I know that it's rather unusual to include a dedication page to a blog. Since this may well be the closest thing to writing a book that I'll ever do, I don't want to miss the opportunity to share the love.
Kathy Kinzbach Brewer
My baby sister was one of the funniest, happiest people ever. Seriously, she and I would get to laughing at the Thanksgiving table and soon Le Sueur peas would be shooting out of our nostrils. Even as she battled with Acute Monocytic Leukemia, she was able to find humor in tiny everyday things like cheese grits. When I ask Meems if I'm her favorite daughter, she smiles and says, "On earth."
James P. Williams
Sweet, sweet Uncle Jimmy. If I had a dollar for every time he told me I should write a book, I'd have a fist full of dollars. If I had a dollar for every time I answered, "A book about what?" I'd have 2 fists full of dollars. His encouragement has stayed with me long since 2002. Thanks, Uncle Jimmy.
Helen Kathryn Williams Kinzbach
My schweet, schweet Little Mother. She laughs and loves generously. She has the amazing ability to laugh at herself. She is happy every day. I'm proud to say that she passed those traits down to me. She never really encouraged me to write. In fact, she told me several times that my Christmas letters were "too long." She never was much of a reader. She did, however, give me great "material" for writing over the years.