Linda is also my mother. She was the one that taught me to ride a bike, who took me to school on the first day and who got me my first perm. Like a lot of mother-daughter relationships, we've had our ups and our downs, but luckily the ups keep winning. She's who I call when I'm elbow deep in spaghetti sauce and not sure what to do next. We did so many things together when I was growing up - skiing, snowshoeing, shopping. She taught me how to garden (not that it seemed to stick with me!) and how to iron my clothes.
She is my Mom.
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