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Every Minute With A Child Takes Seven Minutes Off Your Life.

Value Is Not Made Of Money, But A Tender Balance Of Expectation And Longing.

Shoes Would Interfere With Her Conversation, For She Constantly Addresses The Ground Under Her Feet. Asking Forgiveness. Owning, Disowning, Recanting, Recharting A Hateful Course Of Events To Make Sense Of Her Complicity. We All Are, I Suppose. Trying To Invent Our Version Of The Story. All Human Odes Are Essentially One, "my Life; What I Stole From History, And How I Live With It.

Your Own Family Resemblances Are A Frustrating Code, Most Easily Read By Those Who Know You Least.

Sometimes The Strength Of Motherhood Is Greater Than Natural Laws.