Edgar Allan Poe dubbed it “the imp of the perverse,” that strange impulse to yank the steering wheel to the right and drive off the road; wondering, when you are on the edge of high place, how close you are to stepping off. Something about the power of momentum, force, pull, weight, raises theseContinue reading “Chapter Fourteen: Lost on Impulse”
Two Sisters' Pact to Hike the Appalachian Trail
Rocks & Roots 