Marianne Aleardi honored as
Woman of Distinction

Wide Awake
When Maura was almost 3, we enrolled her in nursery school, three half-days a week. Even then, she was independent so we thought school would be good for her. Maura, however, didn’t exactly agree. Every time I dropped her off, she cried, grabbed my leg and begged me not to leave. Every time I dropped her off, I felt like I was abandoning my child...

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Full Circle
You want heroes? I’ve got mothers.
The last time I saw Lincoln was a dozen years before. I had sat on this humble high school stage with 406 kids whose mothers thought they were smarter than me. They won the awards and the prizes and the scholarships. I got nothing. “You know,” my mother said, shaking her fist in my face, “you should have won every award up there... ................. ........... ...... ....

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Life Notes
You never forget the breathless phone call from a son-in-law and the words, “We’re leaving for the hospital.” Or the endless car ride to a maternity waiting room on a sun-kissed October morning for the wait of all waits: the birth of a baby.
And how does one ever, ever forget the moment when that son-in-law rushes out to say, “It’s a girl!” It felt surreal, of course... ............. ........... ........... ........... ... ....

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