So, this story is going to make me sound like I have a drinking problem, but I promise that I don’t.
A friend from college texted a couple of weekends ago, wondering if I’d like to meet up with him and a few friends way up on East 93rd street. It was already nearing 10, but [...]
I spoke a different language in high school.
Well, yeah - I sort of spoke French.
Vous avez de gros pieds!
See?
I’m not talking about the kind of language you learn in class. I’m talkin’ ’bout
the language of cliques.
And I had a clique. Oh yes. I did. Hush yourself - you did, too.
Oh, the days of leaving someone [...]
So, I’m at a bar the other night and I have to use the bathroom.
I walk in and hear a shriek: “Ouuuuuuuuuuuuch!”
I see a girl - in a dress - with one bare foot propped up on the sink. She is bent over and examining her toe through tears. The girl angles her head toward [...]
I think I’d be considered a “late bloomer” for most of the adolescent-into-adulthood milestones in life.
Working with 8th graders either confirms this OR confirms that we’re all going to hell in a handbasket.
One or the other.
It seems kids are more mature these days. I don’t even flinch anymore when a student says “Um, it’s 2009!” [...]
The other week, Facebook did a Sweet Home Alabama and flung an old flame from the past to the present. Though we weren’t technically married ala SHA, we were high school sweethearts and did elope during one very wild Sadie Hawkins.
Because he is, as my friend Kirsten politely puts it, simple, let’s call him Backwoods [...]