I had not been back to a high school gathering in 25 years. I was not worried about how I looked or whether my resume was prestigious enough. I was worried that this whole thing might be a tad too awkward. Part of it was my fault.
I am in the midst of motherhood when the phone rings and I see the name of a childhood friend on my caller ID: a woman whom I have known since I was five years old but have seen only a few times since we were 18. I hear her voice and it sounds like home.