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My mother believed I seduced her husband, even though my stepfather had me pinned to the bed, his hand over my mouth so I wouldn't scream.
My mother believed I seduced her husband, even though my stepfather had me pinned to the bed, his hand over my mouth so I wouldn't scream.
My mother cooked our Thanksgiving dinner on the kitchen counter that I sat on butt-naked, last night, as my tea brewed.
Her four-year-old daughter turned to me from her spot in the tree and said, "Climbing trees is more fun than losing mothers."
As my mom drove away, after backing into the corner of our fenced in yard with our 15-passenger van, she yelled at us, "FIX THE FENCE!"
My mom frantically searched for me around the house to finally find me finishing off a big stick of butter.
My mother didn't realize that teaching me to fight, shoot, and play pool made it hard to find a boyfriend without tattoos.
Answering the door to trick-or-treaters in all her hairless chemo glory, my mother has inspired me more than she could ever imagine.
His whole group was delayed at the Thailand airport for a day because he didn't know what suitcase his mother packed his clothes in.
"Sorry, sweetie," Mom said as she used some napkins to wipe the elephant snot off my forearm, "but he took all your peanuts."