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Photography by Kristine 

I COME FROM …

Homemade crepes, good for breakfast or dinner

Playing kickball until the streetlights came on

Ice cream always served in coffee mugs with a spoon

Hanging on the backyard steel swing set, Daydreaming

Pot Roast sizzling in the skillet with roasted vegetables

Visiting Coastal Maine with red hot sand beneath my feet

Homemade Spaghetti sauce simmering all day on the stove

Riding bikes around the neighborhood with no hands

Christmas Eve’s with signature dishes and so much laughter

Playing on an all boys baseball team, with one other friend

Elvis Gospel Music playing on Sunday Mornings in our home

Scorching summer days, sitting on my Grandmother’s porch

“My Braces Are Beautiful” Denim T-Shirt

Listening to Jim Croce on 8-Track Tapes

School Dances, House Parties, 80’s Music

First Bus Ski Trip, seated next to my biggest crush

Receiving a batgirl jacket,  as part of our neighbors womens softball team

Leather hobo bags with a colorful keychain on the zipper

Calvin Klein Jeans purchased with babysitting money

A postcard from Memere & Pepere’s only trip to Florida

Discovering Fleetwood Mac and “Never Looking Back”

Friendship Pins on my sneakers with rainbow laces

CYO Rock-athons & Car Washes to find life long friends

Comforts from long ago, but feel like yesterday

 

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