When I was growing up, back-to-school shopping was a big deal.It meant going to Wal-Mart and picking out the newest Lisa Frank Trapper Keeper and matching rainbow, puppy-emblazoned No. 2 pencils. It meant picking out new shoes and going to the Parisian department store to get fall clothes for school — nothing said "back to school" like loading up on sweaters, corduroys and jeans when it's still 95 degrees outside.But as a kid, going back-to-school shopping with my mom was a ritual I [...]
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