Category: neighborhood kids formed my psyche

  • No Jive Turkey

    When I was in elementary school, sometimes I’d score a rare, coveted invite to Shauna Bergendahl’s house across the street.  She was about five years older than I and had perfect blonde feathered hair, the kind of Farrahed coif that shot her to a position as Head Majorette and a spot in the Homecoming royalty court. With neighborhood […]