Something I’ll never get used to; and a few other things besides
Follow me Gentle Readers. My emotions have been on my sleeve lately–right . . . there—see them?–next to my heart–so I am typing very carefully here, trying to not cross…
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Follow me I’ve talked to lots of young mamas–tired-eyed, weary shouldered, but alive with a sense of purpose–who, though bravely and completely immersed in the trenches of mothering their young…
Read moreEventually, Mothers Grow Up Too . . . Ideally . . .
Follow me I recall the day little Mack crept out onto the porch where I was stealing a few moments to myself, and asked an enigmatical* question. “Mom, the walls…
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Follow me It was a big week for little Mack. His two lower front baby teeth have been loose for weeks. Finally he couldn’t stand it any more and asked…
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