I’m not going to bore you with the details of my new project yet — at least not until I have more details to share — but I will tell you that it’s based on this woman: Betty.
Betty was my maternal grandmother. She was struck by lightning before she was 6, and lived to tell the tale. She lived on a farm and rode horses. She also taunted bulls, goats and geese, and became an expert runner and hurdler as a survival skill to escape some very pissed off animals. It shouldn’t be surprising that she was an all-around high school track star.
She eloped with a man 13 years her senior. She was a working mother before that was common. She cooked the same roast beef dinner every Sunday for decades. She had more than a few things to say about your diet and fitness, whether she knew you well or not. And I spent most of my life unfailingly convinced that she would outlive all of us.
She was a force to be reckoned with, and the legend of Betty will provide some good groundwork for the project to come.