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The Gifts We Buy Our Mothers As We Age

The presents may change, but the love stays the same.

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In Preschool — I can’t really remember back that far, but I do remember finding the macaroni decorated plates that my mother kept in her keepsake drawer. Between the brittle pieces of pasta, were words describing my mother. Loving. Beautiful. Fun. And my name, your daughter…




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Janie Emaus

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Janie Emaus is an author/blogger. ON SALE NOW! Latkes for Santa Claus.

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