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Finally Grown Into My Pearls…

My grandmothers were pearl girls. My Grammie gave me my first strand when I was five, a graduated string with the largest in the middle and one added each year as I grew. She was straitlaced, knew the rules and liked them, and cooked three meals a day every day of her life. My Granna,… Continue reading Finally Grown Into My Pearls…

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Lessons From My Mother…

My mother was adventurous. Me, not so much. It bothered her deeply that I developed a distaste for camping, non made-up faces and informality at a dinner parties. A good portion of my childhood was spent in the woods amidst my mother's attempts to make me stronger. This included camping. In a tent. Away from… Continue reading Lessons From My Mother…