Control Issues

The music stopped and he let out a sigh, obviously not happy with his performance.”Have you done this before?” he asked. “No.” This was, in fact, my first-ever official waltzing lesson. “But you’ve danced before…” “Well, yes.” “I can tell,” he said. Was he complimenting me on my skills on a dance floor? My seventh-grade…

Smoking Hot

In the junior high cafeteria, I sat alone every lunch period.  I knew no one and no one seemed interested in getting to know me.  I had braces, no fashion sense, and a body that was all out of proportion.  I ate my lunch as fast as I could without making eye contact, then stuck…