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The year I graduated from high school, my writing teacher thwacked a finger on my 200 pages of essays and poems and said, “Maybe you’ll write the next
On the Road, but from a female perspective. Someone needs to do that.” As soon as he said that, I realized how many of the travel narratives I loved were written by and about men.
In graduate school, a teacher I didn’t adore said in connection to some books we’d read, “So it seems like chicks nest and guys quest.” Maybe I scowled. Maybe I wanted to punch his face off a little bit. Maybe he was just trying to stir the turd, so to speak, but I held it against him.
Years later, I have finally written my own book...