“I was in full mother bear mode. Flying out the house, on thanksgiving day, in a wrinkled shirt I never got around to ironing, to tackle Walmart with people who were there because someone ran out of seasoning or other intricacies that sneak up on you the day of a holiday…”
Read MoreMy heart expands with each last I celebrate and mourn. I could not imagine resisting the call of motherhood on my life just because I was afraid of the responsibility and sacrifice.
Read MoreBut Mary treasured all these things, giving careful thought to them and pondering them in her heart...
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