The Map We Carry: Writing Place

By Sonya Huber

Yesterday I drove from my hometown of New Lenox, Illinois, to Columbus, Ohio, a six-hour drive that I’ve made many times over the past twenty years. Sometimes I drove alone, singing over the noise of the wind rushing in the windows of a red pickup truck with no air conditioning, and later I drove with my son strapped in the back car seat as he grew and grew. The drive is as familiar to me as the lines on my palm: western Ohio along I-70 to the woods of eastern Indiana, to th...