Flying Lessons for Myself

Flying Lessons for Myself

Flying down the hill at 159 Km per hour in my beat up magic school bus yellow pathfinder, I was coming back to myself.  I had left my mother’s house in determined peace after she wouldn’t come clean that she put me in a pressure cooker all my life.

The journey back to my home was difficult, at best.  First, I was unfamiliar with the roads as I had moved to a new town during the year.  Next, the GPS on my phone wouldn’t work.  Finally, I have to admit I have a terrible sense of direction, and despite knowing I should have a map in my vehicle, this time I did not...