But I wonder, as I take three steps back, and three steps forward, facing the holiest site we have left, why I’m not feeling enough
I can’t shake my fear of rejection. With graduation, I believed that I’d waved goodbye to the inferiority complexes that had invaded my younger self
She’s not an unpleasant walking companion, and though her short-term memory is nearly gone, she remembers the most delightful happenings of yesteryear
I sensed their quiet disapproval of my withdrawal. Although I knew I was doing what I needed, it still hurt
My mother drove and drove, down the winding highway, while thunder cracked and rain skittered off the windows… and then past the storm to sun and perfect sky
A moment before the last bell of the year, I look out at the girls who were mine since September.Who are mine still for a few seconds more, before they are claimed by summer and next year and a new roster of teachers and subjects. I’m still talking, explaining when they’ll find out their grades
