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A Birthing Day Reminiscence.

It was only a few days later that I would see my mother for the last time, gasping for breath, hooked up to machines. My sister was there. And she had a friend with her, a co-worker who neither I nor my mother had ever met. As I sat bedside with my mother, holding her hand, this stranger tells  ...

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Mother’s Day For The Motherless.

Today I bow with deep heart-spilling-over thanks to my sisters who mother me. The women, who -- like me -- have no mamas to turn to. The women who hold me up when I need to be held, who listen completely when I need to be witnessed... the women who know how to nurture this motherless mother,  ...

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