The crying comes as an exhale, really, a release. Relief to be seated, that there was overhead space for my bag. Maybe there's sadness for what I'm leaving behind, or even, for what is-- or isn't-- waiting for me on the other end.
Read MoreEarlier this summer I broke my thumb. To be more specific, a whistling softball tailing in towards me at first base broke my thumb. Wow did that hurt, but honestly there are worse pains in the world and after that first night when...
Read MoreAshley Nickels is a writer, quilter, and teacher in the San Francisco Bay Area.
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