Lindy’s house was like a mansion

Lindy was my best friend from the day I met her in junior high school.  I was the tallest kid in school, shy, and full-on puberty chunky.  Lindy was short and stocky, and ran with popular kids from her elementary school.  I copied her, and we hung out on weekends with her sisters and their friends, smokers and wine drinkers. Continue reading “Feeling like a poor relation” »