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I've been (slowly, because it's an emotionally intense journey) reading the Tillerman Cycle of young adult novels by Cynthia Voigt. Because I couldn't remember her, even though in a high school English paper that turned up in a box on my porch, I mentioned her as a favorite author.
I think I couldn't remember her because her novels hit with pinpoint accuracy a lot of the feelings I experienced growing up in an abusive family. They resonated so much that she was a favorite at the time, but my brain couldn't hold on to any information about the books because it was too real and too much to process while I still wasn't safe.
(this is all just to introduce a mother's day quote...)
