RAW DESIRES:{50 Stories of Passion}
Mom dragged me to the grocery store, where I pushed the cart while she debated brands of pasta.
“You'll need to learn your way around,” she said, tossing cereal into the basket. Dad showed me the bus routes to campus, his enthusiasm infectious as he pointed out the library and quad.
One afternoon, I ventured out alone, with map app open on my phone. The main street downtown buzzed with coffee shops and thrift stores, college kids milling about with backpacks slung over shoulders. I ducked into a bookstore, the bell jingling above the door. Shelves towered with novels and textbooks, the air thick with the scent of paper and ink. I ran my fingers along spines, pulling out a worn copy of a roma