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Mother’s Day, Shmother’s Day.  I am not a fan.

When I was a girl, my beloved Mother (note the capital M) explained to me that it was a commercial holiday, something the merchants designed to boost sales in-between Valentine’s Day and Christmas (that is a long time)  thereby freeing me from the tyranny of buying perfume and scarves or feeling guilty that I didn’t.

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