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Lorie Smith Schaefer
Wife, mother, grandmother, reader, writer, kindness warrior. Retired teacher. Former columnist for the Nevada Appeal. Member of Lone Mountain Writers and High Sierra Writers. Author of US, NOW AND THEN.
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I’ve always told my mother-in-law that her wrinkles are like sergeant’s stripes – they are earned.
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Easier to appreciate when they aren’t your own though. At physical therapy this week to correct a little gimp that is most certainly not mine, I had to walk facing a mirror, trying to keep my hips and shoulders level. I complained that there was something wrong with their mirror. It was my mother I saw. Not me.
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Iām now older than my mother was when she passed away, and I see, and hear, her every day. In those few wrinkles that stare back at me from my mirror, and in the words of wisdom I impart to my children. š
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