When I was 15, I got my first job in an upscale toy store, answering phone call after phone call about the availability of Madame Alexander dolls and taking payments for games, plush toys, and other items on lay-a-way.
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2 comments:
My mother loved Madame Alexander dolls, so I got one nearly every Christmas. But that was long before you began answering questions about them.
I saw your poem in the 2012 Texas Poetry Calendar. Nice.
Thanks, Kathy! I'm not a poet, so I was pretty excited to have mine accepted.
I had never heard of Madame Alexander dolls before that job. I remember wondering what the big deal was.
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