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Book Review: Where There’s Smoke, There’s Dinner

The Lord works in mysterious ways; mothers do not.

Whatever my mother did between the hours of ten that night and seven the next morning worked.  I keep the piano, and on it, all the love and sweetness that can exist between a daughter and her mother plays out.

I’m a Carpenter Kid.

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