How I Got Started
At 24 years old and eight months pregnant, I lost my father. Though I knew his health was failing during my pregnancy, the weight of that knowledge was heavy. My father lived in Virginia, and I was in Alabama. I still remember the last time I saw him. He was in a hospital room, tethered to a chair to keep him from falling, nearly blind and sometimes mentally disoriented. On that cold day, he touched the sleeve of my coat and commented on it. I explained that I had bought it in Wisconsin to keep warm while teaching first grade. That was our last conversation.
My father was an extraordinary man, and I wanted to find a way to keep his memory alive. He held prestigious positions as a chemist throughout his career, despite only having a high school diploma. He worked on the Manhattan Project during World War II in Oak Ridge, TN, where I was born. His work in atomic energy defined his career, and I was incredibly proud of him.