How did rebel me turn into my mother?
Many young women think their mother’s have good attributes and that it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to grow up to be just like them.
I never felt that way.
My mother, Mary, and I were polar opposites, destined for conflicts from the moment she birthed this redheaded child — the only one out of four and the only one in the entire Griffith clan. In the 1950s, this mattered…