The women in my family who came before me made it possible for me to face life’s hardships. NASHVILLE — Whenever I’m nervous, I find some sort of amulet to drop into my pocket. A buckeye. A feather molted from a blue jay’s tail. The river rock my middle son always called a “worry stone.
from Pocket https://www.nytimes.com/2019/11/24/opinion/women-thanksgiving.html
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