A Bit Adrift

The other night I confessed to Daddy that I was feeling adrift and wasn’t sure why. We had just spent half of the day trading in my car for a newer, better gas milage one, something I had been talking about doing for several years. I was tired and weepy – trading in my grandmother’s car had been a little more difficult than I expected despite no one in my family having any particular attachment to it. So lying in […]

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