Kirstie Collins Brote

Our first kiss was there on the bridge in the woods. How do you describe a first kiss? It is like trying to hold water in your hands. There is an ancient Chinese proverb that compares kissing to drinking salted water. __ou drink, and your thirst increases,_ it says. Time, I__ sure, passed by, but we remained unavailable for comment.

It was a time before Facebook and Instagram and texting. I imagine it must be easier now, for college students. Home must not feel so far away anymore. But how do you cut the apron strings if the strings are virtual?

The Female Orgasm. The Big O. That elusive, reclusive Loch Ness of the labia. Does it prove the existence of God, or just His twisted sense of humor?

The dining hall in our section of campus was like something out of an Ayn Rand novel: big, utilitarian, and impersonal.