Mom
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Originally written for Sadje of Sunday Poser fame, it is now being recycled for Fandango’s Flashback Friday Sadje, of Sunday Poser fame has asked us to write about one of our best Mother’s Day memories. Below is one of my most memorable Mother’s Days. The year was 1984, or so. I was in my mid-20s
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It is First Line Friday at MindloveMiserys Menagerie! Welcome and let’s get writing. Below, I give you the first line, and you all get to write the rest. This week our prompt is: A perfectly brewed cup of tea can’t fix everything. A perfectly brewed cup of tea can’t fix everything. May 28th will mark 17 years
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My mother’s name was Vivian. She was born at home in Bridgewater, South Dakota in 1919–two days after Christmas. The name Vivian means “lively” which is ironic since she appeared to be stillborn. The umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck. My mom was blue and lifeless. Assuming there was no hope, her oldest sister, Anne
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