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A collection of essays about articles of clothing. This was a powerful read. Runs the gamut from the mundane to the truly inspirational and the tragic. Contributors detailed something meaningful to them and spoke of everything from a suit made from material touched by a mother that did not survive the Holocaust for her daughter who did, what it means to choose a uniform, the detritus of lost love. It's surprising how much clothes can mean.

This Pendleton coat belonged to Mom. She died in 2012 and while the coat is not quite my style, and there‘s a hole in the lining of the right pocket, I wear it all the time. It used to smell of smoke from the wood burning stove at the cabin where she and Dad visited in the winter. Now I just like to wear it because it feels like she‘s hugging me. I‘m almost 50 and Mom died 7 years ago and I still miss her so much.