and then a high school best-y is found

The years add up and move us further away from youth, but then something happens bringing it all back.

My punk-rock teenage self had an accompliance back then. As a teenager, I was on my own in alot of ways except for a friend of mine. We faced the world like a dare.

My family life was separated by the chasm of angst in those days, that not even my own sister and I could be friends, then. She was only two years younger and dealing with her own hormonal change.

So we both had best friends, like the sisters we didn't have in eachother.

Hers was named Sandra and mine was named Xalli.

Technology can be both a curse and a blessing. At times a total time vacuum, but other times, a way of connecting people too.

And so it is, I traveled back in time this week. Xalli found me and we've been laughing, so hard, at our innocent-but-punk-rock-trying-to-be-hardcore ways.

I was in Sonic and couldn't even talk when the speaker buzzed to life and THE VOICE wanted my order. A quick text from my old friend had sent me shaking with laughter and it was all I could to maintain what little composure I had to squeak out something. I'm sure I looked cuckoo with a delirious grin that was managing a guffaw rising up on the inside, although not so successful on that front.

I could barely talk once the order was delivered.

Instantly I was back in Dallas and 16 all over again.

Being "off my rocker" is a perk with age and older years.  It's a lovely advantage, in which we don't take ourselves too seriously, that can keep us young.


  with Lisa-Jo, on "older"