Originally published 05/06/2010
Rebecca Jo Plant
Credit: Wiki Commons.Growing up in the 1970s in suburban Kansas City, Mother’s Day meant rising early with my father and sister to make breakfast and speaking in hushed voices as we crept upstairs with a carefully prepared tray. Or it meant being allowed to use a paring knife to gather a bouquet of tulips from the backyard garden.
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