This week, the Carrot Ranch Literary Community 99-word challenge prompt phrase is true grit. For many reasons, my mother’s life provides an example of true grit. Here is one:

In 1937, at fifteen, my mother quit school and went to work singing in a nightclub—to support herself and her parents. For the next seven years, she dodged pinching fingers and groping hands. She traveled the Great Lakes and Eastern Seaboard and got stranded, alone, without a job. For three days, without food or shelter, she hit the streets until she found another, but as soon as the Army started signing women, she joined, then she got an offer for her own radio show that she couldn’t take because she already had a contract with her Uncle Sam.

My mother’s stage name was Bobbi Bowen. At least in uniform, she was guaranteed three squares a day and a roof.