By noon, on that bright and beautiful Saturday, Homecoming was still going strong. There were so many things to be a part of, where would you even start? The girls’ volleyball games were coming to an end. Rides were at their prime time. Lines were formed for the carnival rides,

The Ferris wheel spins slow, under a sky that seems too blue and open to be real.  I smile, unable to join in the fun, sitting behind a table, waiting for someone to come up and talk to me.  Homecoming, the week that I secretly both dread and love, again