Those Little Liars Are Far From Pretty
I have PTSD from my 35th high school reunion — and I didn’t even attend. All it took were the images on Facebook that seemed to continually crash in waves over the shores, unearthing sticks and stones I hadn’t thought about in decades. I could have turned off the computer, but it was like seeing a train wreck you can’t look away from that continuously loops back to the start. But instead of shattered steel, I saw friendships made and…