Christmas Wishes: A slingshot and a wonky-eyed angel
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I was also a latchkey kid. I grew up in the 1970s as the only child of a single, working mother. I wore second-hand clothes and an itchy piece of yarn with my housekey attached to it around my neck. In other words, I feelGrace’s pain.
I was more fortunate than Grace, though. My mother worked her slender fingers to the bones to make my Christmases special, to fill them with traditions and memories I now cherish. (Click to finish article)
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Grrrr... well I'm not writing all that over again. Anyhow,
just wanted to say excellent blog!