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omething unexpected and shocking happened to me about a year ago. I was in the middle of a discussion with my youngest daughter regarding the state of her bedroom. As soon as the words “this room looks like a pig sty” left my mouth, my body froze and my hand flew to my mouth in utter disbelief. I looked around the room carefully – was that me, or was my mother communicating through my body? I had banned that phrase from my vocabulary for years … why was it resurfacing now?

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