Random Thoughts, Mother's Day
Johanna made a complicated crepe breakfast that involved pumpkin,chocolate, beer, apple sauce. She had to work under constraints as Samuel Hatlem ate the only apple in the house (lucky they sell those at the corner store). Being a mother means that you get to have a large role in introducing absolutely, unique, and brand-new chaos into the world--persons that are immutably good because they bear the divine image, but undeniably strange. My own hippie Mom had no idea that she would raise a religious zealot.
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