Melinda Powell
Dreams My Mother Taught Me: Lessons in Lucid Dreaming from Beyond the Grave
On my thirty-eighth birthday, my mother, Margaret, died, crossing over with her now adult children at her bedside. Even now, years on, whenever I see mothers and daughters conversing intimately, my heart quietly grieves. Whoever first said, "We're born alone, and we die alone" misses the point - the...
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