As the event neared, the thought of it produced butterflies in my stomach.

A roomful of people whose paths intersected during a poignant stage of life. A roomful of people whom I hadn't seen in a zillion years. A roomful of people who knew me then.

Should I get Botox, or at least a new outfit? I settled for the new outfit.

No, it was not a high school reunion. Even more intimidating, it was a reunion of Los Angeles Herald-Examiner alumni. Our dramas and triumphs and mistakes were those of young adulthood rather than adolescence, making them all the more significant. [Click for MORE]