Oh to be here.
Minnesota, and not being that far from anywhere, if you measure it by how fast a Canada goose can head south for the winter. Teenage children who play trumpet in the band. Saturdays spent ferrying them around. Sitting and waiting in the back of some dusty auditorium, reading a novel while trying to appear to pay rapt attention to whatever the band leader says in case they ask about it on the drive back home. Not needing to find out about a band rehearsal on the other side of the county on the morning of, either.
my new short fiction piece published to my Substack at the link if you’d like to read the rest. The image is an advertisement from 1949 issue of PROM which was a magazine targeted to Saint Louis Missouri teenagers.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-1958-and-december














































