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What Mama Reads: Lovely War

One critic said the author “writes the past as if she lived it,” and I completely agree.

I can start the narrative, our narrative.

And this week’s example of Mama-not-being-able-to-control-her-circumstances?

I’m starting to feel like that wide-eyed, hyper soul who will trap you in a corner at a party to tell you every detail about something she’s learned.

Do you ever look at your spouse and think, “Wait. Who are you?”

I am the proud inventor of…

Well, it’s the internet, so I felt a bit skeptical.

My mama pride rejoices in my sneaky con.