I ran away from Michigan in 1992. I was barely 17. I took up with a rag-tag team of misfits and headed out across the countryside with a pack of smokes, a student ID, and a small pack of clothes. We stuck out our thumbs and hoped for the best. What I discovered, uncovered, and experienced was beyond anything my imaginative, grandiose mind could have invented.
When I started this blog, my plan was to post my stories. I tried cheap, gimmicky ways (which few people took me up on, sadly) to get followers and attention for my work. But the series of Anonymous Ambition posts and responses set my blog on fire. I had so many comments and hits and activity I could hardly breathe, let alone keep up with. The energy, however, was intoxicating, and I felt real connections being formed. Important discussions were taking place.
I set out to write a blog that highlighted my creative work, to promote my memoir. What I didn’t plan on was this: the community. The degree of interaction, the call and response format. What I had wanted to be as a site for “simply stories” has turned into a full-fledged arena for discussion and shared experiences. Like most things in life, the reality is way cooler than my initial dream.
So, I’m working on a piece about running away. I’ll start serializing my adventures and misadventures next week. In preparation, I invite you to tell me about running away. What does it mean to you? Have you done it? Why? Did it work?
Let’s spark some more discussion on What’s Broken to set the tone for the up and coming story of naivety and escape.
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