Tag Archives: #mother

How My Mother Spent Her Day

This was written on a Saturday this past winter when it was 12 degrees in Maine….and we did not have enough snow to even bundle up for a quick snow mobile ride in the yard or to sled down our … Continue reading

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No Matter the Age of the Child or the Parent

Both of my parents are gone. My dad, twenty years. My mother, six. As soon as my mother passed, I felt like an orphan. There’s nothing like knowing at least one parent is alive to give you a feeling of … Continue reading

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