10 BEST BOOKS ABOUT DEEPLY MESSED UP FAMILIES AND FINDING YOUR WAY THROUGH THE CHAOS

I don't talk about my father much, which is not the same as not thinking about him. There's a particular way I learned to fold myself small — in chairs, in.

I don't talk about my father much, which is not the same as not thinking about him. There's a particular way I learned to fold myself small — in chairs, in.

The winter I turned twenty-seven, I spent three months convinced I was losing my ability to concentrate. I would start a paragraph and lose the thread halfway.

Let me tell you something nobody told me when I was twenty-four and found out I'd been passed over for a promotion I'd been told was mine: the problem was not.

I'm going to tell you something that might sound strange coming from a guy who didn't really read until his forties: the best reading I've done in the last few.

I need to tell you something I haven't said in print before: I spent the first five years of my teaching career convinced someone would figure out I didn't.

I'm going to tell you something nobody told me at thirty-eight years old, sitting in my car in the Decatur High parking lot after a nine-minute meeting that.

I have this ritual I've never told anyone about. On the mornings when the anxiety is already there before I'm fully awake — that particular kind where you.

There is a particular kind of confidence that I used to see in other people and that I wanted badly enough to imitate. It was the kind that looked effortless.

I need to tell you about the night I almost quit. I was thirty-eight years old, sitting in my car in the Decatur High parking lot -- the same parking lot where.

I have a confession: I became obsessed with naval fiction through video games. This is not how most people arrive at literary tastes, but it is more common.