If someone gave me a frequent flyer card for doctor visits and hospital runs, I’d probably be platinum status by now. Yesterday was my checkup. Today, 600 km for my daughter’s orthopedic rehab stay. My car isn’t just a car anymore, it’s basically a second home with better snacks. And once again, I’ve assumed my rightful role: the passenger princess,…

The rearview holds the sickness; the headlights chase the future. It’s pitch black outside, the kind of darkness that feels heavier than silence. The clock reminds me it’s the sacred hour when most people are still tangled in their dream worlds,  but not me. No, I’m already on the highway, chasing the horizon, 300 kilometers…