You Don’t Have To Be Cool To Rule My World

In the dark of a sweat-soaked night, poured into a pair of jeans with zips at the ankles, a half shirt riding my midriff, I stood. With other uncoupled girls, backs against the cool tile wall, I listened as the unmistakable guitar notes of Purple Rain echoed through the cafeteria. As a young teen, Purple Rain was…

Little Ditty about Jack and Diane

I hope Jack and Diane rang in the New Year by sucking on chili dogs out behind the Tastee Freez. I, on the other hand, celebrated by belting out the solid gold hits of my youth with friends. I should add that I can’t sing. Let me clarify: I can’t sing well. But I”m loud. And…