
SHE USED TO KISS HIM THROUGH THE CAR WINDOW—NOW SHE WALKS TO THE MARKET BY HERSELF
Every Thursday morning, I’d sit at the café with my lukewarm cappuccino and my half-hearted attempt at journaling. It had become part of my ritual ever since I moved to this sleepy town on the edge of Oregon’s coast. Not much really happened here, but that was kind of the point. After six years in…