The coffee cake in the oven fills the old adobe house with aromas of brown sugar and cinnamon, fresh butter mingled with fresh brewed coffee and pulls me from my bed. “Donna Kaye, come I have your dress ready,” Mama calls. I slide on my pajama’d bottom down the steps of the wooden staircase, skip past the ironing board where morning sun floods in, where dresses and cotton shirts are draped and pressed just so. I round the corner into the […]
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