During this time of Lent, I often think of Mary and how she must have felt watching her son be condemned to death. She stood in anguish at the foot of the cross while her son struggled, brutally beaten and nailed to a cross. This poem is in honor of Mary and all mothers.
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I am the mother of three and have been a hairdresser for thirty years and the Owner of Makin' Waves for twenty years. I am embarking on a new adventure by turning my lifetime love of reading and writing into publishing. I hope to share the process with others and learn from others as well.
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