Ah, prom season. That time in life when you get to publicly display your teenage awkwardness by wrapping it in a sequined nightmare from Dillard’s and parading it around in a limo that costs as much ...

Adam and I pulled into the shadowy parking expanse of Mr. Biggs Family Fun Center, the spot we’d chosen to change our clothes before the after-prom party. It had been the best dance of my high school ...