Today’s date, December 29, is the nineteenth anniversary of my mother’s death. Hard to believe it’s been that long. It touches me how often she’s in my thoughts, how often I replay singular memories.
Elizabeth was born on August 12, 1925, one of five children in an Irish Catholic family in Minneapolis.
She had an adventurous, unexpected life. The older …
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