Kids. A true story of Love

Spike Pedersen
Sep 2, 2018 · 2 min read
Photo by Philip Veater

My Mom was born a southern girl who was wooed by a farmer from the frozen reaches of the Midwest. I never realized her journey was an extraordinary story because she was just my mom. I remember when she would put me and my brother in our bed for a nap, I thought she sat outside the bedroom door and just waited for me to beckon her to my side.

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Spike Pedersen

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