Time travel

05. July 2012 here now 10
I don’t usually miss me in my twenties. Blinkered, that girl tried so hard to kill what she felt, to be someone she wasn’t. She tried so hard to be brave. Who wants to hang out with her? My friends who know and love me now, I suspect we would roll our eyes at her. ...

Part II: New Jersey

19. May 2011 here now 2
Always complain! Can you imagine? We walked to the Met. I remember realizing that my dress was all wrong. It had gauzy red sheathing. Annette was wrapped in soft layers of black and blue. She looked sophisticated and I looked like I had missed the prom. A New York City prom, maybe. But a prom. ...

Part I: “Always Complain”

18. May 2011 here now 8
When I was in my twenties, the international director of business development for Playboy magazine wanted into my pants. I met him at a press conference that I was covering for the paper. I didn’t think we had much in common. But then I got my heart broken, big time—a loss that defined me for ...