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The Memoirist

So much baggage

And I’m not talking about the emotional kind

Photo by Erol Ahmed on Unsplash

On what was probably our first trip together, before my husband became my husband, I stood outside Dulles airport waiting for him to park the car. He’s so sweet. He drops me off, so I don’t have to walk from the lot to the departure gate. All I need to do is watch the luggage. All the luggage.




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

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Susan McCorkindale

Susan McCorkindale

Rugby mom, soccer mom, author, hopeless optimist. Reach me at

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