I was probably in my early 40s the first time I caught a glimpse of my mother as I walked by the pier mirror in my foyer. I didn’t shudder like I would have if I’d been in my 20s or 30s. Still, my reflection startled me. I’d always been told I resembled my father.”┬áRead more in my latest article, “A Song In My Heart,” for Purple Clover.











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