I finally got around to watching 10 Things I Hate About You the other night. The movie apparently came out when I was a junior in high school – prime target audience age for that teen cult classic. But despite being repeatedly being told over the years that I channel the female protagonist – I h...

“I remember you. But you’ve changed. You used to be so angry,� said the long-since lost childhood acquaintance. A thousand slow afternoons ago, we had shared a shady-lane grammar school, peanut butter and jelly crackers, sticker books and squeaky-voiced conversations. But even if we hadn’t, ...