A new series of personal essays about job loss, mental health, and the undying pursuit of art.
When we drove out of the mountains that morning it was hot, the sun climbing higher in the sky, heating up the plants and the air around us and the metal of our car as it barreled down a neck of highway woven like thread through the Pennsylvania Laurel Highlands. Ethan was in his car seat, chatting away, my wife Michelle and I both quizzing him about our weekend stay in the mountains â often asking if we had seen a black bear while hiking two days earlier. âYes we did!â he kept answering, a certain electricity in his words.
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