This is both my debut & final essay about walks/walking

As a writer over forty, I feel a little weird about the fact that I’ve never done my “writing about a walk” piece. You know what I’m talking about. Where my English Majors at?

But, like, I’m getting sleepy even thinking about writing about walks or walking. I am not Virginia Woolf, nor Mary Oliver, nor Annie Dillard. The aforementioned are a few writers, I can call up from memory, who wrote well about walks/walking.

Here’s the thing: I’m not a hiker. You will never find me “off on a hike” unless I’m lost or on…