Sometimes you just have to get away.
The bad thing about being a teenager in a Black Sabbath t-shirt or gazing at your Capezios through lumps of eyeliner is that you have to hide in the closet all of […]
One morning before home room the perky girls began tacking hand-lettered signs all over the school. Two weeks from Friday we were invited to attend a sock hop in the school gym. It […]
The cool kid at Holden’s Chapel Middle School was Chuck Morris. He had a dirt bike, never took a turn on the twirly slide, and flirted with Lisa’s mother every afternoon when […]