The commute is seemingly endless after a grueling day. I am exhausted. The fuel tank is empty, and so is my stomach. I wait impatiently for the driver in front of me to finish fueling her crew cab, long bed, lifted, hot pink, bumper sticker-infested pick-up truck. I sit in my own driver’s seat, waitingContinue reading “Don’t Drive-Through”
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Emotional Spelunking 