When I received a Facebook request from a statuesque woman named “Carol Lee,” I knew the face but not the name. Mentally, I scanned my Midwest childhood, former life as a musical theater dancer, and transition into grad school. I have always loved colorful people, and she did look familiar.
“Do you remember me?” Carol Lee wrote in the message that followed.
I didn’t, until I read the next line. “I took you to prom in 1993.”
My curser blinked along with my cognitive dissonance. Carol Lee was a dead ringer for my high school friend Matt because she was Matt! Keep reading »