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	<title><![CDATA[The Electric Buzz]]></title>
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			<title><![CDATA[A Most Necessary Tribute to Our Dear Mothers Everywhere]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <div class='ArticleAuthor'>By Camille Tullis</div><br><div class='ArticleImgDesc'><img style='width:350px' src="http://my.hsj.orghttp://s3.amazonaws.com/asnemedia/eac4f1d5-167f-4dbb-967f-63221af38d57-Lange-MigrantMother.preview.jpg" /><br /><p><br></p></div>With very few exceptions, Mothers are, to say the least, exceptional creatures. We find little time to reflect on their tasks and kindness that have been offered to us our entire lives, and yet, there they are! We all have mothers, most of who we are undeniably attached to and generally, whom we take rather for granted. They are commonly selfless, frequently kind, and always the great supporters of our existence, ambition and success. We find that they are ever- plucking, ever- pinning, ever- fixing, and ever- fussing no matter how old we believe ourselves to be. Whether we find our mothers to be scolding or kissing, they are there and we know them as our dear mothers. William Goldsmith Brown wrote, “The sweetest sounds to mortals given Are heard in Mother, Home and Heaven.” Mothers are great lovers of their creations, which we surely are; despite our often selfish, demanding lifestyles, wants, and what we believe to be “needs,” most of our mothers are sweet or solid rocks in our rapid- moving lives. Our mothers have given us everything, one finds if only one will reflect, how often have we have failed them with our hasty or entirely absent thank yous, our half-heartedly, if at all returned embraces? They may not always be angels, many appear almost human, but they are always comforting, forgiving, and loving us as no one else ever could. So here is to Mothers, to childhoods and home, thank you for all you do to make us into what you might dare call your own. Thank you for late night talks, for early morning alarms. Thank you for every car ride, every soccer game attended, every snack prepared without complaint, every kiss, slap and hug. Thank you for the angel job you do so nobly perform, thank you, every Mother, for being a Mother. ]]></description>
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