I have persisted, but I’ve grown weary of persistence. “Nevertheless, she persisted” is not the rallying cry that I want. While I initially found comfort in this sentiment, I’m less comforted now. These days, I find myself looking for something else.
“Dreams fall apart; sometimes they never get put back together. People leave us. Alcohol helps us forget — if it doesn’t kill us first. Steel guitars, accents, and the familiar lyrics were the rhythms of my childhood.”