When I was invited to participate in the Class of ’85 Series by the fabulous Last Rose of Summer Wild Rose Press editor, Kathy Cottrell, I said yes immediately. Not because I’d been to so many high school reunions, but because I’d been to so few. Why was I so excited to participate? No, it wasn’t because I’d become a contract killer, like Grosse Point Blank’s Martin Blank. You see, in high school I was a walking cliché: formerly fat, unpopular book worm from the wrong side of the tracks and a divorced mother. With a graduating class of 200, there was no nerd herd to hide me. I had a few good friends who kept me sane, but unlike my sister, I was not going to win any beauty contests. I had a hard enough time just finding hand me down clothes that weren’t too small because I was taller than my sister. Did I mention I was a giant, scrawny 17 year old (5 foot 7 inches, 127 pounds), too?

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