This week’s pick isn’t a deeply reported story but instead a personal essay, albeit a truly epic one. I absolutely love how Melissa Johnson uses screenplay devices to keep readers riveted through every moment of this harrowing and hilarious story. If you’re in need of a fun, escapist romp this weekend, give this story a read—or listen! The audio version you’ll find at the top of the story is read delightfully by Melissa herself.
Memoir
He doesn’t love me. He never loved me. And he isn’t looking for me — so I damn well better survive the night on my own. No food, no tent, no map. No one to blame but myself. Too bad burning hot shame isn’t a heat source.
