by Ashlyn M. Ohm | Feb 16, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
Blake spent an hour on Wednesday night finding RV parks for every stop on our itinerary and calling ahead to make reservations. As a result, arriving in Springfield wasn’t a repeat of the St. Louis nightmare. This RV park was farther from the interstate, and the site...
by Ashlyn M. Ohm | Feb 9, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
Blake never looked like the most confident driver, but his death grip on the steering wheel did loosen once we got past Dayton and out onto what country songs call “open road.” He didn’t have any more driving incidents either, except almost overshooting our exit onto...
by Ashlyn M. Ohm | Feb 2, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
Now, don’t start thinking that I just sashayed out the door and confidently announced my decision to Gran, okay? It took me almost five full minutes to get the words out. Five minutes of stammering and stuttering worse than I did in eleventh-grade speech class, when I...
by Ashlyn M. Ohm | Jan 26, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
For the rest of the week, I tried to retreat back inside the lines that marked out the borders of my life. To keep my questions hidden and my focus on all the things Gran expected. With the weight of the whole semester bearing down on me like a backpack of bricks, it...
by Ashlyn M. Ohm | Jan 18, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
The moon was already brimming into fullness that night. The flower moon, they call it. The moon (Kason says) of rebirth and renewal. But the moon was the last thing on my mind then. I doubt I could have seen it, anyway—not through the cloudy strips of glass...
