My Mother Couldn’t Get a Credit Card

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For the first five years of my back-to-school shopping life, my mother took us to The Bon Marché in downtown Seattle, picked out an armful of only partially child-approved clothing, and paid for the shopping trip with a store credit card. That credit card was in my father’s name.

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Writer. Maker. Featured in Medium’s 2021 list of Stories That Started Conversations. I write about life. https://www.mariashimizuchristensen.com

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Maria Shimizu Christensen

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Writer. Maker. Featured in Medium’s 2021 list of Stories That Started Conversations. I write about life. https://www.mariashimizuchristensen.com

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