I wish I knew. She died when I was fifteen. Time with her was sporadic before that. It pains me that I’ll never hear her reaction to it. The book wasn’t easy to write, but my mother’s story deserved to be told.
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I wish I knew. She died when I was fifteen. Time with her was sporadic before that. It pains me that I’ll never hear her reaction to it. The book wasn’t easy to write, but my mother’s story deserved to be told.
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Thank you so much. Writing about my mother has in fact brought me more peace.
Fiction or Memoir, this is just beautiful.
A little hopeful thinking is in there too. I really do plan on writing that book someday.
…and I plan on reading it. 🙂
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This is awesome! She would be proud. No doubt.
Thank you, Kathy.
Nice and poignant. Well done.
Thank you so much!
Lovely and touching. Very nicely written.
That was really moving. I’m sorry that she’s not only gone, but she really wasn’t in your life before that.
Oh Dawn, My heart goes out to you. It takes strength to write about such subject, This just proves how far you’ve come and how strong you have become. With Love,
Zee ❤