Margi Washburn

Finally. After decades of silence, then whispers, then writing in journals, Sis and I decided to share how we made it to our ages from two little girls born five years apart (to different fathers, mind you and not so unusual, really, except in the 1950s-gasp!), and who lived in the teeny-tiny village of Sheffield, Illinois with their single mother. Mom was a bartender and cook, she could sew, put in her own indoor bathroom, shimmy up a phone pole to reconnect our phone service when Ma Bell cut her off for non-payment and so much more. She taught us a lot, our mother did, and we've spent decades trying to undo most of her lessons.

We'd love to share our lives with you, and hope you come away with the knowledge that while it may seem we had a crappy childhood (though Margi didn't have much of a childhood, really) we still turned out mostly sane, loved by others, and most important, we both know God was there all along.