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For me, Mother's Day has become very bittersweet. It's a time to reflect on all that my mother's love has meant for my life, and to remember with sweetness and joy all of the beautiful memories from childhood. If I can give my son half of the strength, grace, compassion and patience that my mom offered to each of us, then he will be a very lucky boy.

Mom & Gran in Santa Barbara

No car seat for this wild child - coming home from the hospital, 1979.

Mom and Whimpy

Mom's Tree on the Sentinel Trail in Door County