The story goes that when I was two, my mother’s friend and co-worker, came to our house with the child […]
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The story goes that when I was two, my mother’s friend and co-worker, came to our house with the child […]
There are times when life makes one use all the intensity that they can muster. It rises as part anger, […]
She was a vibrant, loud, stubborn, occasionally obnoxious, woman. She had the internal strength of a Nordic god and the […]
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