10 BEST BOOKS FOR BUILDING EMOTIONAL RESILIENCE AND OVERCOMING LIFE’S CHALLENGES
I got the call on a Tuesday morning in March. My mother was in the hospital -- something with her heart, they weren't sure yet, but it was serious enough that.
I got the call on a Tuesday morning in March. My mother was in the hospital -- something with her heart, they weren't sure yet, but it was serious enough that.
The rejection letter came on a Tuesday. I know it was a Tuesday because I remember the light through the window of my apartment — that specific late afternoon.
I need to tell you about the afternoon I realized I had been angry for six years and didn't know.
I turned 37 in the apartment with the dry-erase marker stains on the kitchen table, and I remember thinking: three years from 40, and I am not who I thought.
It was my friend Mara's birthday, six years ago, in a bar in the Pearl District that had exposed brick and string lights and approximately nine hundred people.