Jagged Little Edges

There are times I wonder….. Who am I? I’m aware of being a woman and a daughter, a sister and a niece, a wife and a mother, and unbelievably (at least to me because in my minds eye I’m forever young) a grandmother. I’m a counselor and an author and a recovering alcoholic and addict.
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Mother’s love can’t be counted. It runs far, far to deep. It vastness has no ending. It’s eternal. It does not sleep. It comes in many clothing. All varied shades of flesh.  An unlimited store of love, in every style of dress.  Her love lives all around us, day after day. It asks for very
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