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GARRISON KEILLOR
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Nobody loves you like Mama does
The last time I witnessed a woman becoming a mother, it wasn't anything like the frilly sentiments of Mother's Day. She lay on her back, perspiring heavily and yelling, "Oh my God, why did you do this to me? I'll never forgive you in a hundred years. I hope you hurt like this someday. Give me another epidural, you sadists. And get this thing out of me!" and looking up at me as if she were burning at the stake and I had lit the fire. And when the Infant appeared and was placed on the Madonna's chest, she said, "What in the world am I supposed to do with that?"
Progress in slow motion
The Reno Gazette Journal yesterday carried a story about the cemetery at the Nevada Mental Health Institute. This graveyard dates back to -- well, no one is sure, given the uncertain record keeping.
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