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The Woman Who Made Oatmeal Stick to My Ribs I will never forget Mom's guiding love when she reminded me as a young man to warm myself with her oatmeal, nor the taxi rides she gave me when I was strong enough to walk where I needed to go. I can't forget the cheerleader Virginia Pratt was on winning nights and losing nights when she came with my worn and tired construction worker father to my high school football games. Nor will I ever forget her gentle mending of a physical body scraped or cut or beat from playing too hard. Somehow Mom always made me feel as if I was her only son ... Dad The Man Who Lied To Save The Planet
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