This is part II of a two part post. You can read Part I here: Divine Secrets of the Punk Rock Sisterhood, Part I Heather and I both dropped out of University after our freshman year. We had our own reasons. Mine were financial, hers were not. Though fractures had started to crack the surface…
Tag: high school
Divine Secrets of the Punk Rock Sisterhood, Part I
I woke this morning, a gray and rainy Copenhagen sky, musing about friendship. Not the intense friendships you form as an ex-pat, the ones that go from “Hi, what’s your name?” to “Will you be my child’s guardian/emergency school contact?” in the space of five minutes. I woke thinking of my best friend all throughout…
You don’t bring me flowers….
When I was in high school, one of the ways the Student Council raised money was by selling carnations. You could buy a badly dyed flower for a dollar and send it to another student, either signed or anonymously. At the end of the day you’d be sitting in history class and somewhere between the…
40 is so NOT the new black
With hindsight I can see that my last few posts have been leading up to this; how I met my husband, my father’s death, my children growing up. It should come as no surprise that the photo albums came out, the high school yearbook made an appearance. Those misty water-colored memories of the way…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 