My Last Innocent Year

by Daisy Alpert Florin

Men admire each other when they are at their best, but women enjoy meeting each other in pits of despair.

as small and unimportant as I mostly felt, the egotism of youth hadn’t left me, and I placed myself firmly and squarely at the center of the universe.

“One day we’ll all be gone, but for now, I’m still here.”