I’ve spent a good deal of my
life trying not to be my mother. It was a shame, because I could have learned a
great deal from her in my adult years. But she was, as I am now, not one to
open up and reveal her innermost thoughts. My insights, such as they are, have
come after she left.
When I wrote about moms before, I
had a saying and a visual image stuck in my mind. Both came from a collage I’d
picked up at an arts & crafts show.
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