Driving into My Darkness

(CW) It took me six years to graduate college with a bachelor's degree in psychology that was so hard-won that I couldn't bear to deal with more...

Nearly Weeping Outside

“…And I should love you the more because I mangled you And because you were no longer beautiful To anyone but me.” -The Love Song of St. Sebastian T.S. Eliot   Lining...

The Road Trip–and the Question–That Changed My Life

I was in my final year of university and semester break started. It had been a rather arduous stretch in which we had to complete the dreaded...

Riders on the Storm: on the Thruway During a Tornado

It was supposed to be a romantic adventure during the Thanksgiving holiday, our first weekend away as a new couple. At the time, he was living in...

Cross-Country Seeking: Road Trips Can Test a Friendship—and Bring Family Closer

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Go Slow Over the Rough Parts

The world's first recorded road trip took place in Germany in the summer of 1888 when Bertha Benz, the wife of Karl Benz, traveled 60 miles to visit her mother,...

Shredded Tires and Gas Station Gourmet

The open road uncoils before us like a black vein stretching towards eternity, carrying us to the sublime destinations we dream about. The best trips are those that...

Go West, Young Woman: Getting Away

The summer of 1996 seems far removed from the world I know today – the Internet in its infancy, Seinfeld gearing up for its second-to-last season, smartphones...
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