HALFWAY DOWN THE BEAUTY OF THE IN-BETWEEN
The early May sun is crisp, and wisps of clouds swim against a pale blue sky. We barrel south down I-95, Virginia sweeping by our windows in a blur of green trees and American flags. By the time we hit North Carolina, the fear has settled, and New York is a memory. The drive has finally become the road trip.
Just the day before, we had loaded all the pieces of our lives into a minivan. Tensions were high. The dog, Georgia May, was crying
