Island

Linda DiMeo Lowman
Sep 6, 2018 · 2 min read

I live on an island. I used to live on the mainland. I had lots of friends and some family left and traveled near and far, laughed, loved.

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Then I moved to an island. I had an old boat with an outboard and once in a while I’d go to the mainland when I needed supplies. I couldn’t stay on the mainland too long. My head would get to where I thought it would explode. In the boat on the way back to the island, I screamed, shook my fists at the sky and…

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Linda DiMeo Lowman

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Writer, feminist, political rabble-rouser, Nasty Woman, recovering Catholic, pet lover and chocolate aficionado.

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