"Here I am," proclaims Daisy Mae Byrd in this powerful memoir, a child of rural Georgia and the daughter of loving parents, but one too often defeated by social and economic forces that I did not make, did not understand, and could not control. Forces that warped my expectations and tragically dimmed the horizons of life's possibilities for far too many years.

Along with my parents great caring, I inherited the narrow, forlorn world they lived in, and carried this world with me for many years, my own great, invisible bundle of grief. But then through the grace of God, the scales fell from my eyes, and I found within myself the power to shape my own life and become the writer and artist I am today, ___and to find my way into the bright world of possibilities that is the true inheritance of all Gods children.