Living and Dying in the Desert
Who was really dying?
8 min readAug 7, 2021
I was walking down the same roads in the foothills that I’d walked since childhood. I heard the crunch of the gravel with each footfall. The sun was warm on my face even in early December. I held my cellphone to my ear as my mom’s rescue Pit Bull, Fannie, lagged behind me for a moment. That’s when I saw the truck make a quick turn and come to a sudden stop close beside me.
