First off, thank you.
Everyone knew 2025 was going to be rough. But it is one thing to anticipate hard times and another to live through them. The highlight of my 2025 was engaging with my readers: here as this newsletter grew and on tour for The Last American Road Trip.
I have a box of letters, cards, and homemade gifts from readers. When I’m feeling down and useless, I look through it, and I am heartened that the human connection forged through writing remains strong.
The Last American Road Trip reads differently than when I wrote it in 2023 and 2024. I am glad I preserved that time: who I was, who my children were, and what it was like to travel through the United States as a mother of two from 2016 to 2024.
Sometimes I imagine if there were a diary by a mom who hitched up her carriage and took her kids to every territory of the collapsing Roman Empire; or a travelogue by a mother who road-tripped with her children through every republic of the Soviet Union in the 1980s — would I read it? Yes, yes, I would!
I both love and hate this analogy. I’d rather The Last American Road Trip endure as a chronicle of adventure in turbulent times than as a record of the end of the American experiment. I do not believe we the people are over: if the book has a lesson, it is that love endures above all. It is a good read for those who seek to preserve the best of our country while defying the worst of it. Scroll to the end for photos of our journey!

