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Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter: Everything I Know About Fashion I Learned...
Looking handsome in his army uniform. I like fashion. Part of me blushes with embarrassment at confessing such a thing. For three reasons. One. It seems superficial and frivolous, especially when...
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Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter: The Weekend from Hell.
E singing and playing his bass. It was the weekend from hell. A topsy turvy terrifying roller coaster ride. One moment we could see sunlight and the possibility of rosy days. Only to be sucked into...
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Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter: Snapshot of Ma in the Driveway at 204.
Ma stood in the driveway waiting for her sister Hazel to come and pick her up to go shopping at Intercity. I sat in the orange plaid swivel rocker and watched her from the living room window. The sky...
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Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter: Purple Rain. Purple Rain.
I learned about Prince’s death during the 2-hour wait to board the ferry from Vancouver to Victoria. I was still basking in the residual glow and euphoria of the Paul McCartney concert that my oldest...
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