Reflecting Stories

Glancing in the rearview mirror at the years behind me, looking at what disappears when I go around a bend or up a hill then down and the past is gone until I stop to look back at the choices that I’ve made and listen to the voices rising in me when I sit still in the dark, my headlights off, the gearshift in park, and I remember wondering which way to go when I didn’t have a map or know where I was or where to turn and n...