Learning to ride, falling down, getting back on
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Mary Jane Ryals teaches narrative technique and writing at Florida State University and lives on thirty-seven acres of woods in the middle of Tallahassee, Florida.
I don’t sleep. My head’s a bunch of clacking pool balls, worrying around about things. That’s why I hear Mrs. Patterson tiptoe into my room. I can see from the hall light it’s her: she’s wearing her hospital gown, her red high heels, red kid gloves, and matching purse.