It’s a Thursday night. August 1986. I have to pack a bag because Dad is picking up my brother and me tomorrow. Dad’s new place is weird....

It’s 1989. I’m a freshman in high school. The hair is big. The boys are fine. I’m invincible. I can smell independence in the air, and it...

I did a thing. I did a thing and that thing is I decided to stop wanting to be a writer and dreaming of being a writer and hoping to one...