Mum’s not just a mum

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I don’t have a first memory of my mother. She’s always been there: picking me up, carrying me, holding my hand and teaching me about life. For the past few months, I’ve been collecting my mother’s stories. Now I’m learning about her life. You’d think that I’d already know a lot about my mother. Of course I do. She told … Read More

My mother always said…

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My mother isn’t afraid of anything or anyone. Nor is she intimidated by fashion and wears whatever she wants, wherever she wants. Much to the horror of a 14-year-old. Me, a few years ago. I liked my socks to match, Mum didn’t. She once wore a pink striped sock with a black sock. I pleaded with her to change them … Read More