Coming Home From Home

It’s surprisingly easy to drive a thousand miles from Montgomery, Texas to Columbia, South Carolina.  Two days on the road with a nine-hour break in a comfy motel bed.   The roads are good but we share them with many travelers who join us in driving from here to there to wherever.   Truck drivers pulling heavy loads remind me of the burdens I’ve carried for many years so I like to see the eighteen-wheelers as they struggle to make a hill but cruise on down the road once they reach the crest.   I feel I’ve reached the top of an incredibly high hill in my life at this moment and can finally begin to coast on the other side.   The responsibilities and pressures I’ve owned for so long are pieces falling from my truck bed into ditches along the way.   They fly out and float and vanish as they hit the ground.

About Sheila Morris

Sheila Morris is an essayist with humorist tendencies and a passion for photojournalism. She has published four nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay collection and a collection of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. She has been blogging for seven years as her alter ego, The Red Man, her rescued Welsh terrier but now is reduced to writing as herself since the Red Man left Casa de Canterbury for good in February of 2016. She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike and Charly.
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2 Responses to Coming Home From Home

  1. boblamb says:

    Love this, Sheila! It speaks volumes in few words.


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