Tuesday, May 4, 2004

Reunited and it feels so good.... It is not supposed to be emotionally wrenching to attend your 20th high school reunion. Funny. Odd. Disconcerting. Validating. Invalidating. Fine. But wrenching? I burst into tears only twice (I wanted to do it more) -- once when sitting in the Assembly Hall listening to a talented former classmate playing and singing her own music, accompanied by another former classmate--and once upon my return as I sat down at the dining room table to tell husband all about it. It was wrenching in an uncontrolled, unthought, PMS-hormone-induced kind of way. And no, it was not hormone-induced, thank you. Would that I could write it off to chemistry. 5:27:57 PM     comment []