To the Ones Who Let Us Scream It Out When the Bottom Drops Out - Chronically Whole
This week I stood on a wooden platform. Sweaty, eager, teenagers in cut off shorts holding souvenir cups surrounded me. The soundtrack, a cacophony of nervous chatter about what might happen should the coaster become stuck or spontaneously fall apart and the click-click-clack sound of the coaster slowly rising followed by the thrilled screams of riders. My stepdaughter and I