Thoughts on the loss of my grandfather, and of irrevocably losing the title of “the younger generation.”
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We all have special places in our lives–schools, childhood homes, summer vacation spots, restaurants–and we all have different ways of remembering them. There are as many ways to do that as there are people. My mother, for instance, collected matchbooks.
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Writing this blog, I realize how often I reach for clothes that used to belong to people I loved, particularly my mother and grandmother.
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I lost my mother four years ago (I’ve written a little about her here). I often feel overwhelmed with how much more I still had to learn from her and ask her. And I feel like I’ve been losing her gradually, more and more, the more time passes. So, lately, I’ve been trying to get to know her again.
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My grandmother was, and remains, one of my most profound influences in both my personal style and in my life. She was an exceptionally talented
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