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The tiny Calistoga airport sits at one end of the Napa Valley town of Calistoga, a tourist resort known for its hot springs. Along the town’s one main street are the spas boasting various treatments: mud baths, hot whirlpools, massage. My mother and I have come here for my 30th birthday, but not to seek the waters. I long to soar, to lift into quiet far above the world’s din, and Mom is giving me the gift of flight: a glider ride in one of those motorless little planes.

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Chana Wilson is a psychotherapist and writer who lives in Oakland, buy cheap Prevacid, California. She is published in the journals “The Sun” and “Sinister Wisdom”, and in several anthologies, including “The Next Step: Out From Under, Mentsh: On Being Jewish and Queer”, and “I’m Home: What It is Like to Love a Woman”. “Calistoga” is adapted from the memoir she is currently completing. Contact her at chanawilson@comcast.net
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