Tag: car trouble

  • My Yellow Dress & What Sounded Like A Helicopter

    I was 18, and my first car was a Mercury Sable station wagon. Eggshell-tan, except for where the paint was peeling to reveal a lighter color underneath. Inside, the upholstery was ripped and if you plopped into your seat too hard dust would fall from the exposed and brittle insulation in the ceiling. The license […]

  • My Lantern Ignited a Tree

    And then it was 2013. As the first few minutes of the fresh, new year ticked their celebratory circuits around the clock, my friends and I released a cloud of paper lanterns into the night air. They floated solemnly at first, and then with a gust of hasty impatience shot straight up until they were only fairy specks against the obsidian […]

  • When a roadblock becomes [a hug from heaven]

                I never liked Cinderella. And yet, on that mind-boggling day, I could almost say that I felt like her. Except that my coachman was a long-haired redneck with a Copenhagen ring. And my pumpkin-coach was a tow truck. And instead of leaving the ball too late, I nearly missed arriving at all. And (thank […]