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Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter: Where Would we be Without our Mothers.
Ma and Daughter Number One wearing matching sweaters. I miss Ma. Every day. Some days I pine for her in the deepest way. Especially at this time of year. I’d like to sit and have tea and cookies...
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Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter: I Never Can Say Goodbye.
Ma enjoying her morning tea the summer before she died. Goodbyes can be hard for me. Especially when I’m saying them to someone I love. Then they don’t feel very good at all. But within every...
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Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter: 101 Lessons for a Good Life.
#73 – Every child born to our family is wanted and loved. I like lists. I find them quite useful. They keep me organized. Or at least they create the illusion of doing so. A nifty thing about lists...
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Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter: The Orange Swivel Rocking Chair by the...
Pregnant with Daughter Number One. Great expectations in the tweed version. I like to stare out the window. It’s a relaxing and meditative diversion. Some people experience this by looking heavenward...
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Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter: What Happens in 204 Stays in 204 and the...
We couldn’t stop looking at him and he at us. The older I get the better I get at keeping secrets. I now understand how sacred secret keeping is. What a privilege it is to have someone trust you so...
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Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter: My Mother’s Hands.
Long piano fingers so elegant and lovely. I miss Ma. Sharing cups of tea. Or lingering conversations on a quiet summer evening. Laughing until we cried. Long walks through the neighborhood....
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