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May 10, 2007
I wasn’t to tell the story about motherhood till I knew it intimately; till there was no way separate out the mother and the child; the devotee and mentor, the lover and the friend… These labels, so seemingly individual titles of great epics in their own right, prior to the immersion in motherhood, now meld together in a single life giving meaning: Love. The story tells itself, living in the memory-hearts of mother and children. With each uncontrolled outburst of laughter, tears, anger, and forgiveness, in the twinkling eye of inside jokes and the present awareness of unrelenting acceptance… Love.