Time passed and somehow life moved on. I hung out with Renee or Cady or Lawrie nearly every day. We signed up for orientation and bought all our dorm supplies and packed all our stuff. And then suddenly the day… Continue Reading
I waited after the game with Renee. (We opted out of the post-season speech from Coach Wright; seeing seventeen- and eighteen-year-old boys cry is never fun.) First out were Andy and Bear. The second Renee saw Andy, she was in his… Continue Reading
Saturday, June 20th. High school baseball state playoffs. Mom and I had spent the night in a hotel with the boys closer to the game, even though it wasn’t supposed to start until 7:00 p.m. I woke up a little… Continue Reading
Another two weeks passed and I was blissfully unaware that my new life as girlfriend extraordinaire was skidding out of control. Looking back, the warning signs were obvious: the unreturned calls, the unexplained excuses, the parties, the fights (mostly about… Continue Reading
So I did. For about a month, everything was normal. Well, not normal, exactly. I was, after all, dating the sexiest eighteen-year-old alive.