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A Birthmas Story

I wasn’t supposed to be born on Christmas. I was due Dec. 12, but my mom didn’t go into labor until Christmas Eve. And she kept laboring for 23 hours, walking and walking and walking around the hospital floors to try to make the labor go faster. She made 49 trips, she said, many of them with my grandmother by her side. Mom says she remembers the click of Grandmaw’s cowgirl boots on the sterile…

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the family

Thirty years

As I understand it, my parents came together when my mom was in business school in Jackson, Tenn., doing her best to socialize with peers even though the bulk of her time was spent caring for her young daughter (my sister). Mom started hanging out sometimes with this gal named Cindy and Cindy had a brother named Steve. Cindy had Steve and my mom meet one night at a Jackson dance club and that was…

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