The weight and joys of a matriarch's mantle
I had a profound moment traveling between the hospital in Newport and my home in Priest River the summer of my mom's passing. Almost as though God was offering me the “matriarch mantle” — saying to me, “You're going to be the oldest woman now. Will you accept the matriarch role?” ...
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