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I am visiting my mother. One week in the town where I grew up, which has changed so much I hardly recognize it. One week in the house she moved to after living for nearly 18 years in the house where I was raised. I guess it’s true what they say: you really can’t go home again. But I am interested to see what this week holds, what lessons I might learn, what truths might be revealed. Or not. Only time will tell.

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