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Mother's Day and The Little Black Dress
Four years ago, my first Mother’s Day was spent picking out a black dress to wear to my sons funeral. His name was Zachary, he was our first born and his burial was the day after mother’s day. I was a first time mom, recovering from an emergency c-section, stumbling through stores trying to find a black dress in the spring time. Something, anything, that would fit my new postpartum body. As horrific as...
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