Passing it on

Thanksgiving has been wonderful with the family, perfect really except for the absence of my little sister and her clan. As I spent time with my family, talking about ancestors that have gone on before me, I realize how little I really had to do with any talent I might have as a writer. Of course, I have studied and honed my craft and I love writing, but when I look at my father's gift with words, when I see my mother's intelligence and attention to detail, when I hear my grandmother spin a tale or remember my grandfather's gift with the pen, I know that I cannot take credit for any success I might have in the world of print. It has all been a gift from God and DNA.
And so, I am thankful for those who have gone before me. I hope to make them proud. And when I look at my daughters and son and realize they too have inherited the ability to tell a story, to express themselves on paper, to move others with their words, I know this is my true accomplishment.