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9/5/2021

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She had style.  

After she left for work in the morning, I would sometimes sneak out to high school wearing a pair of her platform sandals. They were back in her closet when she got home. 

That's me at seven—my First Communion. The white lace mini-dress must have raised a few eyebrows. 

The little girl pudge around my middle melts my heart. 

My mother and I are having profound conversations lately. We're getting to know each other.

It took a long time. Don't sweat it. Most especially don't force it. Love yourself always.

She did something to liberate me at a young age—put me on the pill with my father screaming bloody murder. 

Stood up to him to protect me. 

A few days ago I asked her why she did it, and she said,

I wanted you to be free.

Soundtrack - 1970

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Lisa Kates
9/5/2021 07:09:11 am

I am really enjoying these wonderful small bites of writing. You have a gift.
Your mom was ahead of her time, smart and unafraid. Love the part about the sandals. Wonder if she ever caught on?

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Deborah Reid link
9/5/2021 09:05:12 am

Thank you for reading my work, Lisa. She definitely knew about the sandals.

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