Girls. Role Models. 70s.
When I was a girl, we moved from the East Coast to the Rockies when I was still a Brownie. My new best friend and nextdoor neighbor Liz wasn’t a Girl Scout, she was a Southern Baptist. Liz went to her church with her family, and I rode the school bus with my younger sisters to another church while our parents slept in.
Mom was an ex-Catholic, and Dad was an Agnostic. They said church was good for us. I read the Bible every night. My very own. It was present for my 8th birthday. (I begged for it.) It had a green leather cover and a tie dye label that (still) reads: KELLY SALASIN–in capitals–which I spelled out, letter by letter, and then printed, with my very first label maker.
Ruth was my favorite book. I read it again and again. Just saying Ruth releases a…
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