Love
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Twenty-seven years ago August 2, I married the guy that knocked me up. I wasn’t going to. When I told him I was pregnant, while we sat on the picnic benches at Aldeen Park, a place we’d hung out many a time, he immediately dropped to one knee and proposed. I said no. I thought
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Even though I probably don’t say it often enough, you know I love you, right? I know we’re supposed to say it, out loud, let it be known verbally. Songs tell us, movies tell us, books tell us. They all convey how we should tell the people we love that we love them. But why
MARY LAMPHERE AUTHOR 