It’s funny how even when our children are grown and independent, we’re still sometimes called upon to be moms again. My daughter Brittany had surgery this week. I hadn’t been that nervous for a very long time. I’m aware that emotional eating has always been my coping mechanism, so I made it a point to make a smart choice at the hospital cafeteria by ordering a veggie omelet. That worked out so well, that then I thought, “I think I need more fuel in this stressful situation, so maybe I’ll do what the hobbits do and have a second
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