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Feb 2, 2023Liked by Debra Fried

Hang Tens! I remember that brand. Good lord, this is lovely. You're so gentle with your characters -- your family members, the salesperson, yourself. Somehow your grace folds everyone in, even as your story-telling and language are so sharp. Amazing,

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Feb 24, 2023Liked by Debra Fried

I remember the skirt, the tilt of the head and that smile. Took me right back. Perfect.

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Feb 4, 2023Liked by Debra Fried

I remember. way back when, my mom and younger sister all shared the same jean size. Something like 32 30....The last time we wore the same Levi's we went roller skating. I was in the middle, struggling to stay stable. Yeah, those were the days of faded Levi's but the memory never has faded.

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Feb 2, 2023Liked by Debra Fried

Ha! Who know you were into my closet while I went to work? I always loved having my "personal maid" come help me get ready before I went out!! We both loved playing the charade. It was a win-win all around. I got assistance, but more than that, I just loved having you there with me. And I know you enjoyed watching me primp and dress up. We had a lot of fun with that little game.

Deb, I love your stories. This one put a big smile on my face!!

Karen (Fried) Brodman

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Feb 1, 2023Liked by Debra Fried

I love your clever title -- but, beyond that, being closer to your sister's age, I can honestly say your observant eye captures the little details of the late 1960s and early 1970s perfectly from the lip gloss (No one wore lipstick then except old people), to the pastel blue and lilac eye shadow. You even got the brands we wore right: Yardley and Mary Quant, brands we associated with the magic of mod London and the British Invasion. So wonderful to read about those times from the perspective of a 12-year-old girl. (you). Thank you for another great read.

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Feb 1, 2023Liked by Debra Fried

Another GREAT read. Even as a man I can so relate. I shopped in the husky department at Barney’s when I was a kid. My father took me there because they had free parking on 17th and 7th. No longer husky (other than in my mind….you’re always a fatty), clothes shopping is a horror.

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