Every Halloween, I think about this woman I never knew. I've linked to the piece she wrote on seeing her third-grade daughter off on Halloween night, the last Halloween of this mother's life.
I bought this book for my then eight-year old daughter so that, if anything happened to me, she would know. Marjorie Williams would tell her how being a mom feels.
The Woman at the Washington Zoo ... - Google Books
My friend Mary thinks people can do anything they choose. Because she knows I've always wanted to write, and because I shot my mouth off about how I might blog, she's challenged me to (once in my life) follow through. And if I don't, she'll never get off my back.
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