Being a single parent for the majority of my son’s life, I found myself lacking in a few areas that would help him grow into a fine young man. The unconditional love and acceptance of a mom was one of those qualities. Mom? Mother? What was that?? Just words to me. I never had one, […]
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I had learned how to crochet at an early age, from one of my aunts. She only knew two stitches and only crocheted with cotton thread, and a small steel hook. She also only made one item…a potholder that looked pretty and was serviceable, but after making a few, they began to be boring. No
“My mother committed suicide when I was 2½ years old.” I used to wear that sentence on my sleeve so to speak, using it whenever I needed a little sympathy, a passage through a tough time, or even just recognition of any kind. Sometimes I even found myself reciting it to shock someone else. Always
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