Perhaps because I don’t have children, I never gave much thought to the importance of good mothers.
I took the good mama I had for granted. Yet, often when I do things she taught me such as making biscuits or putting pieces of broken clay in the bottom of a pot when I plant flowers, I remember her teachings.
Sometimes, we’d come in from church and she’d say, “Let me ...
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