The Drive The highway stretched out ahead of me like an unending escalator, fading into the low winter haze that swallowed the Allegheny hills. I was unsure if I as on the stairway to heaven or the highway back to hell. Three hours of asphalt, of snow-flecked trees, of towns I’d once memorized and now barely recognized, each returning memories long since buried by choice, now refusing to stay dead. I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary, my knuckles white around the worn leather. Mom had called me last week, her voice trembling through the phone, tellingRead More