The Time I Got Lost in Greece

I was a high school sophomore. I watched a flying discus strike Principal Wible and slice a quarter of his ear. A doctor stitched that purple piece back together. The rest of his ear remained pink. Wible sued the parents…

I heard about my reunion through Facebook. I rolled there in the dead of winter to see Lisa Gehrig. They held it on the hotel rooftop in downtown Los Angeles. Lisa greeted me at a table full of name tags.…

I lost my virginity in the summer of 1998. I was twenty-one. We met on AOL chat before we met at a coffee house. I was a college student, broke on Prozac. Meg was thirty and an auditor for gas stations.…

I sat at a Starbucks on a June afternoon. Bakersfield was over a hundred degrees. I would turn twenty-seven in a week. The barista had put only three ice cubes in my iced coffee. They'd melted by the time I…

I fell asleep in class. Mother McCarthy called my name to write a proverb on the chalkboard: Do not withhold discipline from a child; if you strike him with a rod, he will not die. I'd avoided chalkboards. A boy…

Anyway, we both moved away to college. Drew went on a full-ride scholarship to USC. I couldn't decide on a major. My plan was fifty years at college. I wanted to take classes for degrees for the next fifty years.…