High School Graduation

When I graduated high school in 1978 my mother bought a half a WHEEL of Jarlsburg cheese and drove off with my step father for the weekend. I served coffee and carrot cake to two poet friends in my big empty house, wearing an antique black corset and a long black skirt. One guy I recognized from my high school crashed the party and took a chunk of the cheese and camped out at the end of our driveway, on the street in his volkswagon station wagon. "This is good cheese," he said.

Today on my dog walk I saw the Mashed Potato House family celebrating their daughter Mallory's HS Graduation. I wanted to cry. She's such a great kid! I knew she'd be in college or with kids of her own by the time my book (with the story about her from 11 years ago) was published.