In a nutshell, I’d rather not. From the initial thrill of getting my driver’s license at 16 to wishing I could manage without it now, the story is here in the Spring issue of Rathalla Review. “On Driving” starts on page 11 of this e-journal–click here.
About Alice Lowe
I am a freelance writer, avid reader and Virginia Woolfophile in San Diego, California. My personal essays have been published in more than 90 literary journals and can be followed on my blog: www.aliceloweblogs.wordpress.com.
I have published essays and reviews about Virginia Woolf, including two monographs in the Bloomsbury Heritage Series published by Cecil Woolf Publishers, London: "Beyond the Icon: Virginia Woolf in Contemporary Fiction," and "Virginia Woolf as Memoirist."
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I am not a big fan of driving. I seem to let my husband drive whenever we are together. Recently we moved to Tucson AZ where people drive like maniacs and the roads are crazy! I had an accident on my first day out. Minor. But still. I feel as though I am starting over but I must keep driving even if it is only down the street to the grocery store.