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When Mother’s Day rolls around, I remember my childhood attempts at crayoned cards loaded with hearts and promises of wondrous behavior. As the years passed, I graduated, if that is what is was, to commercially produced sentiments embellished with additional memories of my mom’s nurturing presence. Sometimes, the cards were replete with Victorian laciness. Sometimes, they were rife with modern comedy. Always, they were heartfelt.
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