There is an unusually large, very out-of-place house around the corner from us that Mauro and I refer to as “the boy’s reformatory.” It’s a charmless two story brick house that sits behind wrought…
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“Terrifying.” This is my usual answer when anyone asks me how the writing is going. “It’s terrifying.” Writing a book is terrifying. Opening your life up to total strangers is one of the…
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A little over a year ago a very nice woman named Debra found my blog and asked if I wanted to write a book about yoga. Seriously? Yes! I always wanted to write a…
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Because of the Olympics I just took a quiz called “How Many Of These Flags Of The World Can You Identify?” My results, and I quote: You got 10 out of 18 right! You are…
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I get emails from something called Quora Digest. I have no idea why. I don’t remember signing up for anything, because I never do sign up for anything unless it’s super amazing, and Quora…
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A Post Every Day Until I'm Fifty Bent: the Book LifeYears From Now, Whenever I Think of Writing This Book, I Will Think of Donald Trump.
The week my editor first contacted me about writing a book was the same week Donald Trump announced he was running for president. It was June, 2015. I had a friend whose father died…
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This is a running list of babble I’ve written that sounded super clever at the time, but I’ve since figured out it’s either a) not, b) completely irrelevant or c) according to my editor,…
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I have become a recluse. Mauro has to do everything. He does the laundry, makes dinners, feeds the dog, walks the dog. Sometimes I eat. I went to yoga on 4th of July morning,…
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Once I had about 10 cents to my name. At least twice every hour, I think about Shamus McDog, who lived for nine years. For the past three days in a row, I wrote…