Melissa Laree Cunningham carves out a few moments of peace on the Oregon Coast.
4:00am. In a small century-old house, tucked into one of the avenues in Northeast Portland, I wake to the glow of a screen sitting beside the bed. Early morning blue light has always been my favorite. But in this moment, there is only black. Blood pumps quicker with the chiming of the alarm and the realization that in half an hour, I will be driving highway 26 out to the coast with my kindred sister, Lindsey.