..complications, predicaments, liaisons, fragments, idioms and expressions.
I choose my playlist,
drape my wrists
around the steering wheel
and let the day escape me.
I give the best damned solo concert
on my way home from work.
~ a driving memoir
I miss those mornings where the house was loud and alive. The chattering of my children; the arguing, the laughing, the hurriedness of tryin...
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