When a mother becomes a mother for the first time in her life,. It is a different kind of feeling than a sister or a wife,. A mother cannot choose to love her children that she bore,. It is instinct, it is nature, it was decided long before. Every sin, and wrong mistake they make is her responsibility,. For she has brought them to this world, through no fault of their own,. So it is she who ought to love them like no other she has known.

Existing within 50 Miles from Home. With the warm March we have all been excited about getting out into the garden. I have to constantly remind myself that it is not yet Spring, and we have two more months of frost and freeze. Our raised bed is just over eight feet long. We marked at 1, 3,5,and 7 feet on both sides. Then we used those marks as our guide to nail the straps. Once the tubing is in place it is time to attach the cross bar su.

Memoirs of a girl loving life and living love. Love is a violent flower; blooming in the middle of my bones, and loving her was something else, it was some kind of heavy rain that was meant to flood my empty soul.

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