I need to handle this with a little delicacy. A sense of decorum. I need to say it gently because otherwise I might freak out. It's possible that I may have already freaked out... but just a little. How am I going to say this? What's the best way to handle the situation we've found … Continue reading down there
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growing up
Some of my earliest memories are of my mother sewing. She seemed to be able to make anything with her old white Singer. It had a special table in every house we lived in and at it she could make a new dress, fix a pair of pants, attire my baby dolls in style or … Continue reading growing up
