Tis the season for awkward boyfriend reunions

Here’s flashback to Christmas Past. My Christmas past.

Many of you will remember reading this. A few will remember living it.

A ways back I shared about how the boy I lost my virginity to, met the man I married, and Good Housekeeping published it for all the world to read, saying it was pure gold.

Hmmmm.

I beg to differ.

But apparently it struck a chord with others, because I was lucky enough to be selected for a live reading of the same essay at Read650 – Where Writers Read – for a storytelling event focused on holidays.

Hope you enjoy my angst.

Cheers to all the reunions you want this holiday season. Merry merry.