My mother was McCormick. The cheapest shaker on the shelf. She wore a red label, you know the one. I never knew my father. Mom didn’t complain. But I always knew she wanted better for me. She encouraged me to get my degree. I took classes at community college. It took me six years to finish because I have dyslexia. My mother was there the day I graduated. It was the only time I saw her cry. Now I’m at Whole Foods, their store brand. I have a clear label. I’m proud to wear it.