Hangin’ Out at Bee Dee’s
I look back at my Monticello High School years and remember that time as fun, difficult, a little warped. I needed cue cards to maneuver around the corners. Like other adolescent girls, I suppose, I felt powerful one hour and helpless the next. It was a time of light, a time of shadows. I now know that those years were filled with grief for me. Grief over what someone said or what nobody said, what someone did or what nobody did. My parents had separated. My brothers, sisters