Jo Ann Harris

My Wanting Approval, Asking Permission Life

I grew up in a poor Catholic family of eight children. My mother worked as a nurse’s aid when I was young, but quit when she knew she was going to have more kids. I ended up with four older brothers and sister, and then me, with one younger sister and two younger brothers. Being the oldest of the last four kids, I took care of them as if they were my own. I don’t remember much about it except my Mom seemed to be nicer when she was working.