Preparing for the Second Treatment
My mom and I. The eighties. In college in Pennsylvania I used to wear a Frankie B. winter coat that was waist length, bright orange with stitched hearts and lined with faux fur. It was the coolest. I gave it away after reading that Marie Kondo's minimalist book and instantly regretted it. To pair with my impeccable college fashion sense, my sophomore year college boyfriend drove a red sports car and only wore button down Ralph Lauren shirts. Fashion sense aside, he could als