I Need the Highway Like Kerouac Needed His Road.
Hope grows on farm stands in America. Where this pandemic has made everything right seem wrong, the only real thing I can make sense of is this highway.
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road
The Loneliest Road: Skidding Our Flesh Straight down a Promised Aisle of Future Bliss. {poetry}
I’ve seen this sad metaphor play out...
Women who blindly trust
their very flesh
to men who would always,
always look out for themselves first
All Roads Lead to Dot’s House: Why Creativity Sometimes Needs Broken Promises.
If we’d always kept our word, we would have missed out on countless afternoons of fun and quality time with Dot. And now that she’s gone, I am so very grateful we broke promises and didn’t keep to our word.