I am my own worst enemy. My friends and family will say, Youve got everything going for you right now, and I say, Oh yes, but! Which is not a good way to be.
Cheryl Strayed is a courageous, gritty, and deceptively elegant writer.
I was in Mongolia, pretty extreme situations. We were sick with dysentery, we were sick with bronchitis. I had been bitten by a dog for the first time in my life and my whole hand was black, and there was no way to even think of getting a rabies shot without driving for five days, and then you wouldn't have wanted that needle in your skin anyway. And I had my period. Everything was wrong at one time. Like, I couldn't have been more uncomfortable. And I stayed up - it was too cold to sleep.
It would have been so perfectly ironic if I had been killed by the dog, because I was petting a dog who was not used to being pet, because I think I'm some kind of dog whisperer, and I think I can make any dog love me.
I write well on the road. I have the energy, I have the motivation to write. I'm happy when I'm on the road.
There's this great Ron Carlson story, "A Note on the Type," and it's about this guy who keeps escaping from prison. He's really good at escaping, but he gets caught all the time, because he can't stop writing his name on underpasses where he's running from the law. And there's this whole beautiful paragraph about how to run is to write. And, you know, it's obviously about the writer's life.
I always think, when I'm in motion, writing seems like the most natural thing.
Compassion, forgiveness, these are the real, ultimate sources of power for peace and success in life
I come from Bridgeport, Connecticut and have friends I grew up with there.
But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like again?
America Ferrera is definitely one of my biggest role models, and she has been for the last three years. Like a big sister, someone I can look up to and aspire to be.