Minty and Me and Envy Makes Three

Healing the shame that binds me — Part 2

oversexed and unsupervised in the asymmetrical 1980s

I’ll call her Minty*. Minty is one of my oldest friends. I met her freshman year of college in a filmmaking class. She was petite, with short dyed hair, an edgy punk wardrobe and round black glasses. She exuded cool confidence and drove a jeep. She was also the wealthiest person I’d ever met. From the …