As a child of the Wonder Years, I don’t quite understand or know how I really feel about my 17-year-old daughter’s senior prom. Living in a suburb of NYC, there is pre prom, prom, after prom, and post prom. All different parties in different locations, which require different outfits.
Having grown up in the city and graduating high school in a post Woodstock age, the thought of dressing up, taking a limo...



