I’m sorry about that time I ran over a piece of wood in the road. A pound of marijuana in the trunk and a faulty brake light—any minute the cops might have pulled us over, so you were edgy already, and then I ran over that piece of stray lumber without even slowing down. Thunk, thunk, and then the wood spun behind us on the road. Your dark face dimmed even darker, and you didn’t yell at first, only turned to look out the window, and I made the second mistake: What’s wrong? That’s when you exploded. You’re so careless, you don’t even think, what if there had been a nail in that damn thing, you yelled, your face so twisted now, and ugly. And I’m always the one that has to fix it whenever something breaks.
I’m sorry, I said, and I said it again, and we continued on our way through the desert, in the dark of night, with the contraband you had put in our trunk, with the brake light you hadn’t fixed blinking on and off, me driving because you were too drunk, or too tired, or too depressed, and we traveled for miles into our future, where eventually I would apologize for the eggs being overcooked, and for the price of light bulbs, and for the way the sun blared through our trailer windows and made everything too bright, and I would apologize when I had the music on and when I had it off, I’d say sorry for being in the bathroom, and sorry for crying, and sorry for laughing, I would apologize, finally, for simply being alive, and even now I’m sorry I didn’t swerve, I didn’t get out of the way.
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Brenda Miller is the author of the essay collections Blessing of the Animals (reviewed in this issue) and Season of the Body (2002) which was a finalist for the PEN American Center Book Award in Creative Nonfiction. She has received five Pushcart Prizes, and her work has appeared in numerous literary journals, including Fourth Genre, Creative Nonfiction, The Sun, Utne Reader, The Georgia Review and Witness. She co-authored, with Suzanne Paola, the textbook Tell it Slant: Writing and Shaping Creative Nonfiction and she serves as editor-in-chief of the Bellingham Review.
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15 comments
Joanne says:
Feb 18, 2016
Brenda, I’m curious to know how much time you spent on revisions with this piece.
Hayley says:
Dec 14, 2017
This is one of my favorite essays. Ever.
Randy Bates says:
Aug 24, 2024
It’s one of my favorites too, Hayley.
Shelly says:
Jan 1, 2021
I love this essay and plan to use it in my creative writing class next fall and ask students to imitate the buildup of tension in the relationship.
Dumbo says:
Jan 5, 2021
I think this good
Mrs. Ryan-Lofy says:
Jan 5, 2021
This is a great braided essay!
Ellie says:
Oct 31, 2023
I am curious of why you are calling this a braided essay?
Mrs. Ryan-Lofy says:
Jan 6, 2021
I share this with my class, great work Brenda. I hope you can someday look over my writing!
Jacob says:
Nov 8, 2021
This is an amazing essay!
Amanda says:
Sep 23, 2022
Oh, this gutted me! I’m still learning not to apologize— to say “thank you” instead. So thank you for sharing this subject so eloquently.
jeff berkson says:
Aug 25, 2023
Apologizing for not getting out of the way…perfect.
John Janelle Backman says:
Mar 23, 2024
Such a good essay anyway, but what clinched it for me was this phrase: “the brake light you hadn’t fixed.” Just slipped in there, only two lines after “And I’m always the one that has to fix it,” which tells me everything I need to know about the person you’re traveling with. Brilliant. Thank you.
Lena Chou says:
Apr 10, 2024
I love the essay, especially the very last part: “ I’m sorry I didn’t swerve, I didn’t get out of the way.” to skillfully remind the readers the title of the essay. Very nice coherence!
Marika says:
May 6, 2024
I really felt this, it’s so good and I’m not sure if I want to thank you Brenda as I can feel a walking on eggshells tension in my body. Wow!
Kathy Yeaple says:
Sep 9, 2024
Strong use of consonance and assonance. Repetition until I get dizzy with the apologies. Starting with I’m sorry sets the tone for the entire essay. I love the use of onomatopoeia, thunk thunk. Having driving to Millbrook, NY from PA in the middle of the night I ran over a metal ladder in the road. Same thing, it spun wildly after we passed it. Thankfully, no nail, and no flat tire. half asleep but wide awake after running over the piece of wood in the road. Right, it wakes u up.