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Two sides of every coin

Two sides of every coin

I loved my parents, but I was especially close to my mom. Together we would shop, clean, cook, go on March of Dimes walks in the neighborhood, and always, always went to church every time the door opened. Living in the Bible Belt, we had church twice on Sundays, once on Wednesdays, choir practice, and in between for Training Union and Girl’s Auxiliary. My mom was the smartest person ever. I remember all the small bits of wisdom she told me. My favorite was, “Deborah Jan, there’s two sides to every coin.” I didn’t understand what she meant, but knew it had to be wonderful, because she was wonderful.

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