Hit the rewind button to three years ago, when I was stuffed in a car for thirty hours on the way home from our last stop in Denver. It had been eight weeks since I’d lived a normal life and returning home felt like a cage. {Listen on SoundCloud >>here} I remember watching the tiny beads of rain cling to the windshield and feeling their pain as they were ripped away by the wind. Outside, miles of flat farmland swept by. Somewhere on the horizon of Missouri, with legs folded on the seat and journal pressed against my thighs, my hair stood on end and my heart sank into my...
Victim vs. Creator: Who Are You Being?
