Few things bring me more joy than greenery and flowers. And so, it is most inconvenient that I inherited my mother’s incompatibility with stewarding plants. I can’t even sustain succulents. SUCCULENTS. Friends will gift me beautiful potted things that they will ultimately see shriveled and dying on some mantle in my house. It’s embarrassing. And while I have promised myself to improve, I’ve only managed to prolong the inevitable by a few weeks.

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