So, I want a do-over. I'll willingly go back to the 80s with my big hair and even bigger glasses in order to take advantage of being young and unencumbered, back before the loss of estrogen left my memory looking like a slice of Swiss cheese. I volunteer to relive The Cold War, Howard the Duck, Puttin' on the Ritz, shoulder pads and Mr. Hardwick's Geometry class if that's what it takes. I just can't believe I so stupidly wasted my youth.
A Letter to My Daughter on Her 15th Birthday
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