Jane St. Anthony: What, after all, is normal?
BY JANE ST. ANTHONY In seventh grade, Patrick handed a note to me. It didn’t travel far. Patrick and I sat side by side, our desks aligned. Sandra sat directly behind Patrick, and Steven was behind me. When Sister Evangeline wasn’t watching us, seventh grade felt like a jolly double date in a convertible. “I … More Jane St. Anthony: What, after all, is normal?

