Prom

Mary Dell writes: As the mom of a teenage daughter, I occasionally feel like I am parenting on a separate planet from my friends who have teenage sons.  At Lisa’s house, sports are in full swing, and the mountains of standardized tests and specter of finals loom ahead.  At my house, we have all of that plus what can …

It happened at midnight on a Saturday in May of 1982 just after prom. I’d pushed the screen out of my bedroom window and had one leg flung over the sill when I turned back to my sister, Gina. She was half-asleep in her bed, which was next to my bed, now occupied by three …