When I stepped out onto the dance floor last week, I knew there would be trouble. I hadn’t danced in years, so I was completely out of practice in the art letting loose. Through the fog and colored lights, I eyed up the DJ: young, serious, mohawk. I saw him survey the crowd. Then, he …
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Sisterhood
I poo poo sororities. For the most part. I was in one. I loved it, in the beginning. But, when my first major crush told me, “You know, sororities are just cults,” I played the victim. “My mother made me do it.” She had good reason. She, my father, and I showed up for Freshman …
Photos don’t lie.
In a few short days, I turn 39, on the brink of middle-age. I’m not sure how this is possible. I mean, my birth certificate says 1970, but I don’t feel like I’ve aged since 1997. So, either I’m young at heart, or I’m immature. I suppose, in the scheme of life, 39 is still …