THE PROM
I’ve been experimenting with flash non-fiction, using this vessel to zoom into moments of my work-in-progress-memoir. It’s challenging to distill a story into 1,000 or 500 words but poets have been doing this for centuries. I can certainly learn from them! Here is my latest published piece. Hope you enjoy …
THE PROM
Before mani-pedis were affordable, before limos were the chariots of choice, before the first kiss of the night was the breathalyzer you put your lips on, the spring prom was a rite of passage, sometimes for drinking, sometimes for sex, for wearing a gown or that first French kiss mangled in braces.
THE SOAP OPERA
As a teenager I thought my strict Portuguese parents’ aim was to make me look as ugly as possible. But their ultimate goal was getting me to the altar, still a virgin.
They failed miserably.