The Space Between My Favorite Season and My Seasonal Depression
At the end of October I drive two hours to wander the botanical garden. I sit at the top of a hill and listen for something that feels like answers to questions I haven’t asked, but all I can hear is the traffic. The air is damp, the clouds mutter maledictions in the distance and […]
My eight-year-old home, broken into by divorce, didn’t feel different than any other Midwestern kid’s, with their two-parent homes, single income, dad works at the Ford plant and mom home making the house smell like fresh baked goods. All of us played until the streetlights came on, but we were not the same. At nine, […]
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