My Amazing Second French Kiss

Image by Madalin Calita from Pixabay

When I was in eighth grade, still licking my wounds from my first failed attempt at French kissing, I wanted to French again. Needed to. I could do better. I just had to practice.

I’ve always been mean to myself when I fail. My dad told me why: “You expect to be as good as Michael Jordan the first time you try anything.”