I don't know. I can't quite put my finger on it. I'm not sure when I realized that girls were born to be both lovely and fierce. I'm not sure when I realized this truth, but that does not change the fact that I have witnessed it for as long as I have lived. I witnessed it in my Grandma Bengs as she woke up before everyone else to clean and make breakfast in nylons and a lovely handmade skirt. Never a complaint, only hard work done with such grace and elegance that she made it look easy. I witnessed it in my Grandma Averson as she competed relentlessly against all of us in Yahtzee at our...