Voicesfrom theRoad

My brother Charlie and I are carefully parsing through boxes in our parents’ basement, surrounded by towering stacks of books, games, and mismatched boxes. …

“You’re literally driving a house down the highway,” Erin declared as I nervously navigated a spunky campervan named Suerta outside the city limits of …

We were walking through an eerie Martian landscape of reddish-brown rocks. A mist hung low on the orange mountains on both sides of me. …