Half-Marathon; Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love My Body

I’ve never told anyone these things. My parents, my sister, my friends – no one. So heads up. You’re the first to know. For the last few years, I have grown, slowly but steadily, to despise the way my body looks. When I was a kid, I was always told how skinny I was. I…

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Writing and Running: On Triumph And Sacrifice

Writing a book is like running a marathon. You start out feeling great. You’re flying. You’re not tired yet (not even a little bit!) and you fucking love what you’re doing. That’s the first few miles, the first few chapters, dominated by euphoria, the thrill of your story, the thrill of activity. Then you get…

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