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“My mother was effortlessly cool,” Becky Miller writes in this week’s Modern Love essay. “Dark sweaters, no makeup, unbrushed yet somehow unruffled hair, the occasional dangly earring, an air of confidence and tranquillity.”
But when Ms. Miller was 11, her mother died of a brain tumor, leaving her daughter with only memories as a reference for the type of woman she aspired to become.
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