I see them around town, like migratory birds landed, briefly at the steak house: boys and girls in their prom finery. The boys look awed. Ordinarily they would be embarrassed, but the creatures seated beside them – the girls – have been so miraculously transformed. There is no appropriate response save wonder. Although that is […]Read more "Where Else, Besides Death, Do We Go for Such Loss?: Reflections on Prom"