My Mother and Grandmothers Are Me

Recognizing our ancestors in us helps us accept and be content with who we become.

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I have a story that sits inside. It’s about me. My mother. Her mother. And her mother. Back through the many years. I didn’t know them past my great-grandmother who I was terrified of as a small child. She just sat in her chair mumbling and drooling. Occasionally she’d reach out a hand to me staring at me with foggy, wet…

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Rosie Moeller

Rosie Moeller

Writer of stories, life experiences, and hope. Wearer of multiple hats to fully embrace this adventure called life.

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