High School Cafeteria June 22, 2019
The high school cafeteria, I think, is a good metaphor for most of life, and it doesn’t change when you get older.
The high school cafeteria, I think, is a good metaphor for most of life, and it doesn’t change when you get older.
I have absolutely no idea how I birthed a girl who is so cool that, while she might have asked me what the homework was or to borrow a pencil in high school, she would never have given me ten seconds worth of thought outside of school. My daughter is in a garage band, for…
It had to be 1982, which would have made me 12, when my parents went off, perfumed, cologned, and dressed up, to their 20th high school reunion. They came back later that evening in a gossipy post-mortem, all a-twtitter that some of their classmates had become grandparents. The ones who had kids right out of…
Does this dress pass the dress code? Once upon a time, I gave birth two and a half weeks early to a little six and a half pound peanut whose legs were so scrawny that even preemie diapers wouldn’t give him a snug fit around the thighs. Through a careful diet of fruits, vegetables, lean…