Author: 610rrandtr

It’s a new world………. On a kissing break, Allie says: “My aunt is taking me out to get some sexy boots tomorrow” So, how the hell do I , a mere seventh grader, respond to that? “Sounds good.” As usual, Veronica broke the ice. In sixth grade, girls either wore rubber snow boats or flat… Continue reading Boots

Just not for me, as Marshall Crenshaw says… “Was the Cotillion dance this past weekend?” [Judging from her earlier remark about Lynne, she obviously knew I went.] “Yep.” Give no more info than what is needed. “Tell me about it.” Ah, shit. I give her a five minute synopsis about the boredom, the punch, the… Continue reading All She Wants to do is Dance

Hi Diddle-dee, It’s a pirate’s Life For me…. Boys don’t talk about Disney even if they saw the flicks as kids. Girls, though, do talk about them (as I was to discover). Hey–Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty…all chick flicks for those under 12. Girls don’t mind tears (sheesh!!!); I swore to hold tears after all… Continue reading Connecting with Disney, what else?

Come walk with me through the unknown………. We stop to inhale. “Allie, do you french?” “French Kiss?” “Yea.” “Kinda stupid question. You’re my first boyfriend, so no, I’ve never tried it on a mirror or anything.” I ignore her cut, I’m on a mission. “Do you want to try?” Bright Eyes, her dimples crease. “Hell,… Continue reading French

“No such thing as being too careful.” That became my high school motto, when I worked to be sure I was never busted with booze or weed. But in seventh grade, I sit alone pondering Steve’s warning. How could I stall an adult walking in the auditorium without making it obvious someone was messing with… Continue reading Protection

Here’s the setup: Scene: Steve’s bedroom. Two chairs face the window, a boy in each chair with binoculars on their eyes. Across the hall, this album plays: “This should be interesting. She had quite the mini skirt today.” “Oboy,” I said. “There goes the blouse.” “yea, it’s “BB Day’– blue bra. Hey, do you think… Continue reading Act 3, Scene 22

in which our hero actually says the right thing…….. I follow up about the teacher. “Did you change a lot since fifth grade? Is your hair different?” She pauses, a sigh. Something (or someone) buried is rising. “Yea, I guess….” Hands in the lap, she watches them. “I had braces. Really bad braces, sometimes I… Continue reading Feminine Changes

OK, this was a new one from Allie. “Some mornings, if I walk, I come in the side door to the elementary school. There’s a stairway there no one uses, so I sit down and change shoes. They’re just starting school, so I can walk across the bridge to here and not get cold. “My… Continue reading ‘My teacher is sick’

well…… Science teacher is discussing birds of all types and sizes, so when we taking a breather from necking……. “When I was a little girl, we’d play on the Jessington’s porch in the summer. The other half of the house was an older Italian couple, I think they were the Terisia’s. They had a green… Continue reading Neighborhood Birds

Lessons for those without sisters We’re making out quietly against the auditorium back wall. From the silence…….click, click, click from the hall. <gotta admit, it was WAY cool to be making out when people were going about their day mere feet away> Into my mouth, she whispers, “I’ll bet anything that’s stupid Veronica.” I’m cynical.… Continue reading Let’s talk fashion (WTF?)