Going There I set out on the open road towards Salisbury, Connecticut, reacquainting myself with the Prius. My beloved beast of a minivan—my comfort, my crutch—had to stay at home with the boys. I know where I am in that van. I let my mind wander—sinking into the past as I stared intently ahead. My …
Before any trip, break, vacation, I feel uneasy and unsettled. On edge. I am, after all, a lover of the ordinary day. A creature of habit. A homebody steeped in ritual and routine. Now I’m sitting in the space of a sleepless night. Working through it with words. As the distance widens between home and away, …
I’ve traveled a bit recently. I often make “plane friends” en route. You know—in-flight companions you bare your soul to and then never see again? But maybe you don’t know. I’ve mentioned this phenomenon to more than a few people lately only to be met with blank stares. Here’s how it tends to go down. …
Dina L. Relles 