I had my own duck-and-cover drill: I'd sip ginger ale to quell the nausea, avoid all food and excuse myself "for a little air" if I felt the walls darken and close in. It was the path of least resistance: Portland was far away, the plane tickets expensive, the timing less than ideal. Even as my parents grew to embrace my lesbian identity — and, eventually, my partner and the daughter we had together — I still shuddered at the prospect of bringing my whole self back to the high school arena, to the place where I'd been pegged as Miss Predictability. For the rest of the night, they sat together, clinking their wine glasses and making up wild stories about the alums they didn't know. Each one of us was a palimpsest of a person, layer upon layer of doubt, ambition, risk and regret.
'Well it has a lot to do with what we're talking about tonight.
We want our country to be saved by God but we've got a part in it, if we humble ourselves and pray and seek his face, and turn from our wicked ways.'His wife Kayla, posted her own statement about the allegations against her husband on Facebook.'We knew something was coming, just did not know what next.
I think there were several conversations, all shouted over a pounding bass beat that matched my internal timpani: "YOU LOOK GREAT WHERE ARE YOU LIVING NOW WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
"A mop-haired guy who'd been in my French class — a boy I wouldn't have trusted to babysit my gerbil in high school — showed me pictures of his three children.
Three other women have said that he pursued them when they were between the ages of 16 and 18, and he was in his thirties.