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Off I go on another adventure. Allie’s directions are spot-on. I walk calmly into the chaos of an elementary school preparing to dismiss………no one gives a second glance. Little kids run past me, chattering and laughing. I was headed to a super-important ‘first date’ and was invisible. Just the way we wanted it–no nosy prying… Continue reading Meet Doug Buttkicker, your driver

We take you now to Steve’s music room. He plays one of his favorite bands …………this week. “You remember what I said to Allie about dancing? “That you’d do it at her house after school?” “Ummm-humm. She took the bait.” I’m bubbling. “Great!! So Doug is taking you there?” “Yea, I walk across the street… Continue reading My little seed sprouts…

Bolt from the Blue A funny thing happened in seventh grade. I read The Great Gatsby. And I was never the same. All I ever read was detective and spy books. I still adored them, but this was something totally DIFFERENT. The page where Fitzgerald discusses Gatsby’s character (around page 125)…..”He knew that when he… Continue reading Forever Changed

Latest news from the girls’ room After some brief kissing in the back, Allie has a news flash. “Some girls were smoking cigs in the second floor girls room.” I’m intrigued. I always thought boys would be the first despicable juvenile delinquents to smoke butts. “Who?” “Some local girls. One’s named Roxanne, the other’s Carolann.… Continue reading Well, that didn’t take long

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