Spring in New England is like witnessing a miracle from heaven as it pours its love down upon the earth.
The times have changed, but spring has stayed steadfast in its ability to send hope to a weary.
Some people are foolish enough to insinuate that housewives in the 1950s were bored from a lack of stimulation. But my mother had responsibilities and social activities every day of the week.
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The era in which my sister and I lived was both a blessing and a curse. It was darkness and light, freedom and confinement, hope and despair. It was an era when secrets were sealed inside houses obscu.