Claiborne Matthews Guard I give mom a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before hurrying out the door. I try to ignore the fact that I can feel her shoulder blades through the thick robe she is wearing.[1] As I carefully juggle the mug nearly full with scolding hot coffee she just brewed, and …
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