The more I learned about cars, the more I saw through the random “help” that was offered, and the more I was empowered to step away, to handle things myself.
Melissa Stephenson’s writing has appeared in publications such as Fourth Genre, The Washington Post, The Rumpus, and Waxwing. Her memoir, Driven, was released by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt in 2018. She lives in Missoula, Montana with her two kids.
Posts by Melissa Stephenson
The real Elvis is American, remember, and America is a consumer society. The desires we project, the stuff we buy—that is what feels real to us. It lets us have any Elvis we want. He left plenty of kitsch in his wake, plenty of pseudo-religion, plenty of Elvis jokes—but he was not, is not, a joke. He lived our contradictions, released our inhibitions, and lost himself in the process.