Autobiographical

How I’m Writing My Way Out of Acrophobia

Picture this: A grown-ass woman in her late twenties is clinging tearfully to a rock in the middle of an incline that makes the Appalachians look like the Alps. As she stands there contemplating her inevitable demise, a couple of children in hiking sandals literally skip past her. It is powered only by the unadulterated… Continue reading How I’m Writing My Way Out of Acrophobia