bulimia
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Karma
I close my eyes in Pacific Beach, a scenic hamlet of San Diego, California, notorious for its laid-back surfer vibe and alcohol-fueled college bar scene. It’s my first night back in the United States in three years. At 45, I’ve temporarily moved into my mom’s upstairs studio apartment alongside her toilet paper and all the Continue reading
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Betrayal
I tread slowly crunching across the multicolored fall leaves of the sprawling university campus. I’m enroute to a surprise meeting at the sports psychologist’s office which conveniently sits inside of the daunting athletic complex of Division 1 NCAA sports. It smells faintly like baking bread outside from the local ethanol plant which helps fuel the Continue reading
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Sober Graduation
Drenched in sweat I round the back corner of the track, jogging at a nice clip for someone not accustomed to running more than 20 minutes consecutively. Escondido, California is scorching hot in late May; it’s a dry heat, an arid 90 degrees. The sun beats down on my pale freckled skin which is now Continue reading
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