by Rosemary Bray
Bray writes poignantly of her lasting dread of the cold and the dark that characterized her years of poverty; of her mother’s extraordinary strength and resourcefulness; and of the system that miraculously enabled her mother to scrape together enough to keep the children fed and clothed. Bray’s parents, held together by their ambitions for their children and painfully divided by their poverty, punctuate young Rosemary’s nights with their violent fights and define her days with their struggles.
