She Came to My Game

Was it love? At seventeen, the ripest age for romantic love, it certainly was. Did it stand the tests of families and friends and circumstance? Not so much. We did not understand how badly the cards had been stacked against us. The most deadly traps were my own expectations.

Rug Rats and Bean Bags

Friends as Player Characters Fall 1978, my sophomore year at the Hammonasset School in Madison. Private school was beyond the means of my family, but scholarships and work-study brought it nearly within what my father…

Flaxen

Stepping Over the Line There were several months at the beginning of my junior year of high school when I had a friend. There was a new freshman in several of my classes who seemed…

Justin

Bosco the Danger Clown Roller skates. In my junior year of high school, I joined the mini craze that was showing up everywhere. I had enjoyed skate boarding, but roller skating was a very different…

Overload

Too Much Feeling is a Beautiful Mess When I was in my junior year of high school, I was very in tune with volunteerism in the community and tried several ways to get involved in…