Some of my fondest childhood memories are from playing in the dirt with my mother while she gardened. She would designate a special area where I was allowed to play, so I would not damage any plants. Due to my mother’s green thumb, I do not remember a single summer that we did not have a garden. My mother did
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On my Facebook, I follow an organization called the “Plastic Pollution Coalition.” They share many different things, talking about which items are recyclable, states that have banned plastic bags (go California!), and other issues regarding plastic use. This past week, they talked toothbrushes. A toothbrush? Really? I thought to myself. I’ve recycled all my life, and often feel guilty about
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There are a lot of things my mother has gotten used to by having me as a daughter: the “trail” of belongings I leave behind me when I come home to visit, the fact that I am the only one in the family (aside from her) that will eat real food (Dad and my brother would live off frozen pizza
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