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I began to realize my mother was something special to look at. I believe kids have an innate sense about this but choose not to think about it.

She was sturdy, which my mother had taught me was the polite word to describe someone overweight.

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I’d worn brown contacts for years. Red eyes had a way of upsetting the children.

“He still loves you and wants you to bear his children.”

“I’d rather pull my uterus out through my nostrils with a coat hanger.”

I was my own boss and poorer for it. Go figure.