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February 4/1934 - April 21/2005 Five years ago today, I lost my Mom. I held onto her and told her she could go. I told her it was okay. She died in my arms. I had no idea at the time just how damaging that experience would be...

This is my Mom's sewing box. When I was a little girl, this sewing box fascinated the hell out of me.  Both sides lift up and out, like accordion styled wings.  I loved to rummage through it and ultimately my goal would always be the buttons. ...