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I can’t believe you would do this again,” Jess heaves during a rest stop, five seconds after our last rest stop.
I can’t, either.
“I must’ve blocked it out,” …
Since the New Year, I’d been simultaneously looking forward to and freaking out about June.
The beginning of June brought the Wyoming Writers Conference in Dubois, and the month closed with …
Sitting in the park, my friend tells me someone I love is suffering.
The whole world stops. I can’t see. I can’t breathe. I can’t hear a word coming from her moving mouth.