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Two Mothers
I’m always a little sad when Mother’s Day ends. I have enough self-knowledge to know it’s the passage of time that gently tugs at my heart. Quickly go the years… These two ladies…
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Linoleum, Glamour, and Mother’s Day
My new husband had sent me upstairs to an obscure little room off the dining room. He told me my job while he was at work was to rip up the old linoleum…
