eating disorder
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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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Fat-free Thanksgiving
“I’ve decided we’re doing a fat-free Thanksgiving dinner this year,” my 45-year-old tennis coach mom confidently announced as she opened the beeping microwave and extracted one of the steaming hot baked potatoes we were eating as the main course for dinner. “Ewwwww,” moaned my 13-year-old younger sister Erin, “gross,” she said slurping on her lemonade… Continue reading
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Toothless in Rwanda
Thick soupy rainforest fog surrounds me as I step outside my cozy room at the rustic aging tourist lodge overlooking the Virunga mountains of Rwanda. The dawn is wet and chilly. Eight volcanoes separate us from the Democratic Republic of the Congo and Uganda, the unstable earth an apt reference for the smoldering conflict ever… 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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A satellite industry vice president by day and amateur astrologer by night, I enjoy writing creatively about my life.
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