We tell our children they can be anything. Well, some of us do. Some children have to keep on dreaming when the circumstances of their life would make them think that dreams of any size were the realm of other people. Growing up poor is no fun; it’s even worse at the holidays. Many of us can remember that feeling of isolation when, dressed in our thrift store clothes and our hand-me-down two sizes too small shoes, we listened to our two-parent family classmates in their designer clothes reel off the many expensive items on their Christmas wish list.
 All those in hearing distance knew full well that list would be under their happy family tree Christmas morning. 
Kay Taylor remembers that feeling all too well. It’s probably why, when she was a little girl growing up in a single-parent household with 10 brothers and sisters in Arkansas, she …
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