Naked in the Driveway
By Laura White
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A single-mother of two finds herself naked and covered in mud, in a stranger's driveway, several states away from home.
Frustrated with life not being anything like she had hoped for by a certain age, Laura went "off the grid" on a spontaneous one-week journey to find peace. She recalls this story of survival and accidental exposure with hope, sarcasm, and the same transparency as swapping stories with close friends over a bottle of wine.
From Salem, Massachusetts to the Appalachian Trail, this humorous, true tale is a relatable travel journal come to life, with photos and QR codes linking to actual events in the story. Naked and exhausted, Laura undergoes a transformation that gives her the will to live the very life she was trying to leave behind.
Laura White
Laura Brannan White is single-mother to two young sons and teaches English Language Arts in the city schools of Columbus, Ohio. She holds a BA in English, with a double major in Professional Writing and English Literature, as well as a Master’s Degree in Education. Inspired by her previous occupation traveling the world as a full-time volunteer, she continues to seek daily adventures, not always well-planned, in hopes of never letting an opportunity to learn and love to escape her.
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Naked in the Driveway - Laura White
Naked in the Driveway
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Table of Contents
Introduction
40, Satan’s Numeric Bride
Naked
Part One: Travel Tips for a Life Crisis
Chapter One Day 1: Day of Disappearance
Space
No Games Required
Chapter Two Day 2: Thoughts by the Ocean
Two Thumbs Up!
Chapter Three Day Two Continued: Drinking Tom Selleck’s Mustache
Chapter Four Night-time Reflections
1. The Nose Rapist
2. The Spirit of Jezebel Man
3. The Phallic Gesturer
4. The Naked Pooper
Chapter Five Day Three, Brattleboro
Part 2: The Appalachian Trail
Chapter Six Day 4—Part 1, Uphill
Chapter Seven Day 4 Continued, Downhill
Chapter Eight Day 4 Continued, After the Pond
Part 3: New Hampshire
Chapter Nine Day 5, The Drive to Family
Quiet Waters
Mile Marker #1: Marriage
Mile marker #2: Weight
Mile marker #3: Finances
Chapter Ten Day 5 Continued, Relatives
Chapter Eleven Day 7, Back to Boston
An update in the form of an Epic List Poem
Part One: What I Have Done
Part Two: What I Am
Part Three: What I Am Not
Epilogue Darkest Brown #4
About the Author
I am a collector of broken hearts.
It sounds hardcore,
I know,
but all the pieces are mine.
Introduction
This is a different type of journey. It’s not your manicured-toes-by-the-pool picture from your typical weekend getaway. This is more wild, bold, and, quite frankly, unhinged tale of a week-long retreat.
It’s a transparent revelation of the secrets behind the selfies, similar to a page out of Where’s Waldo—all chaotic and colorful. Except, it was peace I was looking for and not some imaginary man. Well, maybe I was looking for that, too.
The following pages contain a brief, one-week, mid-life-crisis-adventure tour told from the perspective of an overweight, divorced single mother and inner-city school teacher.
40, Satan’s Numeric Bride
As a child, I remember my mother’s sense of impending doom as that little, benign number steadily creeped upon her. It was with condescension at her absurdity that I watched her navigate the grip that aging had upon her life, certain that I would transcend such foolishness in my own future.
Feverishly dying her hair in the small bathroom sink felt to her like a desperate attempt to hold on to something that was being ripped away. I used to help reach the hair on the back of her neck, rubbing in the pungent dye with my bare fingers and making snide comments about how she needed to grow old gracefully. She needed to celebrate her womanhood and the aging process, not fight it.
You will understand one day,
she’d say to me.
Never, I’d say back in my head.
They say pride comes before the fall.
And now here I am, with that snide little b*tch, 40, staring me directly in the eye, like she has been waiting decades just to taunt and heckle me. All of a sudden, the measure of life’s accomplishments have come into view, and it isn’t just terrifying; it is painful, rage-inducing, disappointing, and so much more.
40 is Satan’s numeric bride.
Here I sit in the midst of all my happily married 40-year-old friends, raising their families, arguing with their spouses over all the everyday stuff single people find petty, and wondering where it all went wrong. What did I have to show for these past four decades of my life?
The answer is a failed marriage, a rough co-parenting situation, a higher education with a lower paying career, a figure amply blessed with fullness, chronic dark circles under my eyes, and endless pieces of broken hearts—mostly mine. This life is so very far from the lofty expectations of my once-young heart. Deeply imperfect.
This is NOT what I had planned.
Naked
The rental car vents blast waves of warm air across my raw, goose-bumped skin. Shivers convulse through my entire body. My neck muscles clench in tight pulls of survival as I strain to see the road through the panicked wipers. Outside the rain rages on.
Finally, I find the small drive in the darkness, put the car in park, and my bare foot slides off the cold, rough pedal. I pick up my phone and search for the number.
I take deep breaths as I listen to the phone ring.
Finally, there is an answer.
"Umm. Hello. I know you don’t know me, and this is going to