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My mother never played, or talked to us about anything personal. We had to rely on her own mother’s stories to learn anything about her. She didn’t chat, she instructed, or complained. We were never to interrupt her, and any squabbles we had, she told us to stop telling tales and sort it out ourselves. It’s no wonder we fought a lot.
Lucinda Munro Cook
Michele Maize
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Oh boy, do I relate to this?!
Sober Traveler | Wannabe Vegan | Yoga Addict. Dog-loving extrovert turned introvert. Owner of "The Maze". Editor at Black Bear and Globetrotters.
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