There’s a new post on Daughter on Duty.
I didn’t mean to tell Mama my work day plans included pulling blackberry vines out of the meticulously cared for wild honeysuckle she trained to grow over the section of old fence that was left standing for it, the new fence now nearly a quarter of a century old. But when she asked what work I was going to do, it caught me unprepared with a therapeutic lie.
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Writing Down the Story 