Quote of the Day
And even knowing that I had to do
it-that I would have died if I hadn’t-didn’t make it any easier for me to deal
with. I missed her. I hated her. I loved her. I hated myself. I missed her.
Moms, even bad ones-and she’d been a good one once-are sacred. They’re the
taproot from which we grow.
FEVERSONG, Karen Marie Moning
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