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RVers and van dwellers like me have been on edge, asking each other what they know, where they park, have they heard anything?

“By chance,” she asked, “do you have a pair of shoes you could give me?”

Just because something doesn't work or goes wrong the first time doesn't mean it won't work eventually.

I had always imagined him somewhere out there living his life, and that someday, we would reconnect.

It was like entering another dimension.

My anxiety meter was in the red zone by now. I needed my drug of choice to calm down: ice cream.

People don't just give their house away, not asking for anything in return. Do they?

I stared at my van's crushed front end, disbelieving.

If I were fine, I would have some fucking compassion for myself.

If you're not dreaming of some big, impossible goal like getting your own TV show, what's the point of living?