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.
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- Cardinal Cat Cafe
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- a child’s question
Flannery O'Connor answered the mystery for me of why I write?
I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say.