Posts tagged "home"

Follow the garbage truck to Wendy’s house: How my shame stil lingers

“Follow the garbage truck to Wendy’s house” is the refrain an old classmate would use to refer to my home growing up. For years, a large cluster of trash sat in the upper part of the driveway, right under my bedroom window. In front of it sat a dead, dark red Chevy Cavalier that we had... Read more »

My High School Reunion & Why I Can't Go Back, Yet

My High School Reunion & Why I Can't Go Back, Yet
My high school reunion is this weekend and I’m not going. Sure, there’s a part of me that wants to see all of the old familiar faces, find out what everyone’s been up to (in a non-Fakebook-y sort of way) and feel proud, even if I never mention them, of my recent personal and professional... Read more »