One of my essays was featured at Scary Mommy!
Yes, we’re in the throes of a global pandemic, wearing masks and working from home, and this piece has ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with that. But it might offer a fun, thoughtful read nonetheless.
Last fall, the night before Thanksgiving, some classmates of mine from high school decided to have an informal reunion at a bar.
I didn’t think I’d go. I wasn’t sure why I would want to.
But I went. And I ended up having a pretty great evening, thanks to – wait for it – Facebook.
You read that right. Now read the full essay here. And thanks for reading my work!
Hi Jenn, I went to my 30th reunion a few months before lockdown and the organizer (one of the prettiest in school) gave me a big hug; she is married now but might have had a crush on me decades back. Nostalgia I suppose, but I am also obtuse in issues relating to women (I could fill a book). Anyway, I have fond memories of you prancing… yes, you were prancing… around the rental house on Madison. (Full disclosure gentle reader, everything was rated G.) Good times; never lose that bounce in your step! Warmest Regards, Dan (the blonde one with debonair tendencies and kick-ass ping pong skills).