I went into the girls washroom and there she was. Super popular. Super skinny. Knock kneed in a way that made me jealous.
We hate you. And you are fat.
She scared me. I was only 8. And for the record, according to my grandmother, I had just the right amount to squeeze.
Later that year my best friend was inviting both of us to her birthday party. She told her if she was going to come she had to be nice to me.
It was a compelling start to a long friendship
One Wednesday, maybe 6 years ago, we had a famous author to one of our ‘famous’ JORO dinners. You remember these Wednesday night dinners where anyone of us could invite anyone who had become interesting in our lives, a friend, the postman, a teacher, a boyfriend, a new pal, an old pal. It was my way of having my life and family bigger not smaller than it once was. This is happy.
A note fell out of the pocket of my favourite boy’s pants and it took my breath away.
It made my heart race.
It scared the wits out of me.
It left me confused
It was this.