Barely two minutes after we leave the airport and pick up our rental car, a minivan with Ohio plates cuts us off and my husband curses at the driver. “Stay in your own #$%^@&* lane, …
November 10, 2021
Not all of my middle school memories evoke an unyielding urban hellscape. I still had friends and roller skates, and I could usually scrape together enough change to buy a candy bar at the Big City liquor store on University.
Posted October 27, 2021
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