Good Genes

I've got good genes. The kind that seem to weather time well and allow generations of Hugheys and various other surnames to live well into their nineties.



Grandma Nellie's 90th Bday with a bucketload of great-grandkids (the silly face picture)





Grandpa Dick at age 98






I've also had great parental examples.

The kind of marital example that marries and stays happy for fifty or more years. And when they weren't happy they worked through their problems, forgave each other their foibles, and got on with raising their families and extended families. The kind of love that almost hurts to watch when they give each other a peck or or hold hands in their eighties.



Wish I had a picture of either set of grandparents in a smooch

The kind of open-minded example that allowed me to grow up in house untarnished by prejudice and racism and to learn as much as I could about people who aren't just like me.

The kind of parental example that shows you must go to bat for your children even when you have no earthly idea how to overcome a challenge but you refuse to accept the current diagnosis.

The kind of character example that put no limits on what I could do or who I could be. Encouraging me to follow my dreams and not give up.

Which must be why I continue to write books and refuse to give up. One day this dream (with a lot of hard work and perseverance) will come true.



So thanks Mom and Dad, Mom and Pop, Grandpa Dick and Grandma Thelmeta, MaMae, and Grandmother Hudson for being awesome examples and giving me great genes.

Lisa