I sit quietly and think about my mom. It's funny how memory erodes, If all I had to work from were my childhood memories, my knowledge of my mother would be faded and soft, with a few sharp memories standing out.
Audrey Niffenegger
One of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive.
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I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room
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