My mom, Anne Anderson, would have turned 80 years old today, except that she died 27 years ago at the tender age of 53. So it's up to me, and my six siblings, to remember her, always.
Anne loved kids, obviously, and yes, we were raised Catholic. My parents clearly never quite figured out the Church's birth control withdrawal method since my Mom was popping us out into the world consistently every other year throughout the '60s and early '70s.
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