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Running from the Daylight
More than 20 years ago when I started writing my memoir, I had no idea I would one day be the mother to a son and two daughters. And that despite growing up without a mother, father or family I would eventually find my way to becoming the kind of mother I wish I'd had. The kind of mother who loves without condition and who cherishes every precious moment. I worry, perhaps too often about the imperfect things. The divorce that couldn't be avoided. My history as an abused foste
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