What If Two People Want To Be

The Worst Thing About This Particular End (of My Youth) And The Beginning (of Middle Age) Is That For The First Time In My Life, I Realize I Don't Know Where I'm Going. My Wants Are Simple: A Job That I Like And A Guy Whom I Love. And On The Eve Of My Thirteth, I Must Face That I Am 0 For 2.

After All, I Think, Isn't It Always About A Boy?

Throughout The Ordeal, I Learned That Getting Mad Was Easier Than Being Sad. Anger Was Something I Could Control. I Could Settle Into An Easy Rhythm Of Blame And Hate. Focus My Energy On Something Than The Ache In My Heart.

Sweetened Ice Tea Is One Of The Things I Love About The South, Right Up There With Homemade Biscuits And Cheese Grits.

And Then There Is Our Personal History. Memories Only We Share. Things Not Another Living Soul Would Understand.