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Matriculating and Motherhood - Ann Lee Miller
Mom and I motored southwest on I-4, diagonally bisecting Florida with our Plymouth Duster crammed full of my clothes, plants, posters, Peanuts sheets I’d swiped from R.J.—all my possessions and possibilities. New Smyrna Beach lay behind us, the place I’d always call home. Inside, I shimmered with anticipation like Christmas tinsel, while palmettos, saw grass, …