Letter to My Daughter 1
No title this week, just an introduction... If someone offered me the chance to go back and be a teen again, of course I'd take it. The only thing that would really give me pause about the decision would be thinking of how much I did not enjoy the politics of high school. There were people who floated through every moment as if it were their own personal property, and there were people who felt that they were in an alien landscape that had to be navigated with great caution. I was in the latter group. I remember: ...getting it in my head that people were analyzing the way I was walking, then trying to fix it and walking like a goofy Steve Martin character. It was embarrassing and beyond my control at that moment. (That was in middle school.) ...telling a big, athletic senior that it wouldn't be fair to previous bullies if I were to stop "smarting off" today. I was a freshman and that got me my first broken nose. That guy was a dick. ...making a hor
