The other day, my son complained about feeling left out as the youngest kiddo in the group. I found myself commiserating, telling him that I’d always been the youngest, too, and had also felt left out. As soon as I had that thought, a part of me stepped back and asked if that was really […]

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As Mother’s Day approaches, I feel an old, familiar dread. My mother died two years ago and no, I’m not over it yet. Worse still, I may never be.   After the second anniversary of her death, I assumed I’d finally be all right. At least I’d be over the worst of the grief.   […]

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