Memories of my Bolivian abuela flood my heart. I recount her teaching me to read. Pa-pe-pi-po-pu. Ma-me-mi-mo-mu. Spanish is so much easier; each letter only one sound. But in those simple syllables I learned about patience and perseverance. She invented memory games long before I ever imagined a future at Milton Bradley.
She showed me how to use spit to thread a needle and knot the ends. She inspired my love of Inca textiles. A love that inspires everything I do.
What inspires you?