While I was growing up my mother was always happy to tell me the story about how I was her special one. That I was 'born blue' and that she almost lost me. She called me Angel. She said that she carried me on her hip for the first 18 months and that I slept on her chest at night because I was so cold.
This graphic done with Sumo
This memoir starts with the June 8 post.
Embrace Groundlessness - Joan Tollifson
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