Ferris Wheel, a short story

I read “Ferris Wheel”, a five minute piece regarding the nostalgia attached to my move from Connecticut to Alaska.

Swing sets were as good of a confessional as the ones in church and the moon was a good confessor as any priest. These are the people I grew up and out with, who helped me realize that girlhood dreams are now women’s challenges. The time to and face them is now and starts at the tops of ferris wheels.

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