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Over the past year, it has occurred to me that I’ve become the matriarch of my own family, the one my family counts on to keep the warm feelings of home, family, and holidays alive.
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Earlier this week, I noticed a plant sitting under the window in my living room. It was wilting and desperately needed water, so I picked it up and placed it in the sink. The day before, I picked up a dead stem from another plant that had fallen to the floor. I’m not great at […]
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