And we begin it, our story, with where we’re from: the civilized side of the Blue Ridge Mountains, the small farming-built town of Mossyrock, Oregon, the yellow trailer in the Cedar River Trailer Park with a pair of Huskies sweating in the summer heat. We are also our mother’s generous hips, our cousin’s defensive stance because he stopped growing at five feet tall. I know the circle drive outside the green door of my high school days in a way I won’t know this short blind driveway until I leave it for good.


~ by Anne Doe Overstreet on February 7, 2016.

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