Lynn's Comments: The hormone attack story was memorable. Not for me, but for all kinds of people who read it. For years after this series ran, folks would stop me and tell me how they were attacked themselves and when! I was privileged to some personal and sometimes too personal stories. When you write something folks can relate to, they let you know!
Lynn's Comments: Funny thing--I have been to a number of my high school reunions and I have to say... some of the quietest and unassuming people have become outstanding and accomplished adults. Kids we dismissed then are beautiful and confident now. If you’re a kid and you're reading this now…keep in mind that some of the people who are dumping on you now will be quite different in the future. You will have your chance to smile when you meet again as adults-- and it's worth the wait!!
Lynn's Comments: We called the space behind a fence near the school goal post "the smokers union." It was in this darkened corner that we all took turns choking on Lucky Strikes or sipping wine from jam jars.
Lynn's Comments: Our aperitif of choice was a disgusting, cheap, and very sweet wine called "Berrycup." It was the first to come in a gallon plastic jug with a spigot on the side. Guys who were "of drinking age" would hang around the liquor stores waiting for us under-agers to show up with enough cash to score them a bottle and something for ourselves. Berrycup: The wine you can share, the hangover you can depend on.