BY LORRAINE DUFFY MERKL Last Saturday, I went back to the Bronx for my 40th High School Reunion. Yes, I went willingly, not being one of those people who gets the invitation and freaks out: No I can't go. I'm not thin enough, successful enough, wrinkle-free enough; I still can't face the mean girls who wouldn't let me sit at their lunch table… I went to school with nice girls; they're even nicer women, and although I'm already caught up with many of them thanks to Facebook, it's nice to see them in the flesh, as well as the ones who I’ve yet to “friend.” The high school get-together, however, came on the heels of two other less formal ones. On Thursday, I met up with moms of kids my now 21-year-old son, Luke, was friends with in grammar school, and the following day there was a small gathering with moms of kids my 18-year-old daughter, Meg, knew in middle school; again, a lovely group of women all.
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