I sat down at the kitchen table, taking the only remaining spot. The others seemed oblivious to my presence, and the conversation continued without missing a beat. It felt awkward. Dinner party or not, it reminded me of high school days when you were either in our out, not a gathering of worldly thirty and forty somethings. Funny how that still stings, even if for a bit. That desire to be seen, to be heard, to be included - the one we try to be so nonchalant about - doesn't go away. We … [Read more...]