She’ll sit the rest of the day in a drowsy Taco Bell that’s the only thing open within walking distance, drink too much Mountain Dew and wonder what has changed.
Tag Archives: Running Away
Better the Wolf You Don’t than the Devil You Know
“Are we in the forest, Mammy?” she said. “Why yes, we are, love.” “Aren’t there wolves in the forest?” she said. “None so fierce as the one we left behind, pet.” “Can I hold your hand, though, Mammy?” she said. “Of course you can, sweetie.” “Are we lost?” she said. “Not lost enough, my dear.”Continue reading “Better the Wolf You Don’t than the Devil You Know”
One Foot Out the Door
I’ve got 14 things in my shopping cart
That I don’t intend to buy
And my eye on a ticket to anywhere
A homebody with the urge to fly
Give Me a Hammock in the Woods
Give me a hammock in the woods
A book or two
And let me pretend the world has stopped for now
Into the Wild (Jon Krakauer)
At first glance, I was sure that it was a clear-cut case of some stupid rich kid, feeling invincible, overconfident, running away to a wilderness where he had no business being.
I was wrong.
The Molted Skin of Childhood
He had gone away years before. Away, as in not there, not where Miranda was, not around when she needed him—or someone, anyone—to be in her corner.
Aly Writes 