By no amount of agile exercising of a wistful imagination could my mother have been called lenient. Generous she was; indulgent, never. Kind, yes; permissive, never. In her world people she accepted paddled their own canoes, pulled their own weight, put their own shoulders to their own plows and pushed like hell. `~ Maya Angelou
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