Ask Me Again in Twenty Years
We met in college, a long way from home for either of us. I came from a comfortable middle class home, parents just celebrating thirty years together. I was the middle child, an older sister and a younger brother. Didn’t have any of the normal middle child issues, because according to my mother, ignoring me was like trying to fill a tub with a thimble, possible, but not probable. Not that I was a whiny kid. Just demanded my due. I had always been a little obsessive[I preferred to use the word...