by Christine Hawks
I bid my farewell to I-40 after 3 days, 7 states and nearly 2,000 miles. Life, as I had known it, was making a gradual retreat, disappearing into the horizon like the dashed yellow lines of the highway in my cracked rearview mirror. A fresh start lay somewhere ahead, I thought, as I passed the sign proclaiming I had entered the Golden State. And, with miles of the Mojave Desert bathed in the glow of a late August sunset, California appeared every bit as golden as its motto promised.
With road weariness settling in like the prolonged summer dusk and nothing but unwaveringly straight highway ahead, my thoughts drifted. I had never aspired to fame or fortune. Both states brought with them more trouble than I imagined either of them could be worth. Fate would cruelly award me with both conditions and then as a final insult, infamous would be added to my list of unwanted attributes. I needed to shed my former self, bury my history and fashion a “do over”, as I envisioned how my life should have been. Read the rest of this entry »