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When I was a little girl being sick meant Mom would bring me ginger ale and hot lemon and honey to sooth my throat. It meant staying home from school and watching Perry Mason and the Price is Right on daytime television, Mom’s cool hand on my hot forehead. Comfort. Love. Like Christmas, being sick […]
I had every intention of posting a holiday specific post. Something sweet. Something heart-shaped. But that would be a lie. I have never liked Valentine’s Day. Maybe it goes back to High School when some club or another would sell roses to raise funds. The roses were delivered right before lunch, Fourth Period Home Ec […]
