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By Lisa Batten Kunkleman I saw my mother the other day. Yes, during quarantine, we saw each other. It’s different and distant and yet, it’s better than not seeing her at all. When I walked in her back door she immediately said, “Here’s your air hug,” as she did her twisty hug-herself dance. She and […]
By Lisa Batten Kunkleman Never, ever did I expect to be mailing our 23-year-old daughter a care package during a pandemic. But here I go. Thank heaven for the postal service still being an option. The used mailing envelope I stuffed is available thanks to my compulsion for keeping such things, just in case. I […]
