543 Day Writing Journey

The Red Pumps. Day 110.

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Nana loved to shop, and our go-to places on weekend mornings were Bradlees and Caldor. She also loved to pick out clothes for me, but when I was in sixth grade, I started forming my own opinions about what I liked to wear. It was 1985, Madonna had just taken over the world, and I wanted red pumps.

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543 Day Writing Journey

Day Twenty-five

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My ears awoke first, sharing with me the early spring bird songs permeating the screen in the window. Then, my nose told me that bacon and silver-dollar pancakes were already on the stove, and that the coffee finished percolating. I opened my eyes, and noticed I was alone.

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