Sense-soaked Memories and Regrets

I remember so many of the sensations of those months:  The sticky summer evenings.  The dry, browning grass.  I remember the loneliness of it all–Husband was gone on the boat, and I was tackling the most difficult thing in my life. 
I remember evenings spent sitting with Mom in the living room–Me rocking my baby girl [...]

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