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Visiting my mother has always been painful. Every time I went, things were worse. She wasn’t able to see that. See, my mother was what they call a hoarder. “I ain’t no hoarder. That’s first things first,” she’d say. “I’m a keeper. I like… Continue Reading “Keeper — From My Archives”
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