[From my archives of writing. I wrote this on Jan. 1, 2018.]
During the last minutes of my mother’s life, I was outwardly calm, inwardly a manic mess.
The nightmarish fear that harboring since childhood was occurring right before my eyes. My vibrant, funny, feisty, take-no-pr…
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