I don’t think my parents liked me having the bedroom door closed when Marie was over, but it wasn’t tightly enforced. We closed the door and smiled at each other: there wasn’t anywhere else to sit in my room, just… Read More ›
puberty
Before there was a name for it
I didn’t know the name for it: 14 years old, spring, going out with a girl on a date, getting a ride to the movies. Innocent love, before it gets complicated with sex. Crawling all over each other with our… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 