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“To write is human, to get mail: Devine!” Susan Lendroth I didn’t know it would be the last letter I would ever write my Mother, that it would never be delivered, and I would not find it until four years after her death. Have you ever questioned your understanding of time? How it slips by […]

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Her number lights up the face of my phone as I slide my finger across the glass to answer the call. “Mom, I think Audrey has an ear infection, I need to run her to the doctor, can you watch the twins for an hour or so?” “Of, course, you can Venmo me later.” “Ha, […]