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A Breakdown on the Highway Was Only the Beginning

What a strange trip it was

Photo by Donny Jiang on Unsplash

After midnight, our car died outside of Lost Hills on Highway 5.

My boyfriend, Steve pulled the sputtering car off the road and parked; we’d have to wait until morning to get help. I wanted to scream or hit something but knew that would only make things worse.




We publish memoirs, personal essays, and fictional memoir. Creative stories unpacked from the nostalgic hope chests of our lives.

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Christine Schoenwald

Christine Schoenwald

Writer for The Los Angeles Times, Salon, The Startup, Tenderly, Fearless She Wrote, MuddyUm.

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