This is not a post is not a story of triumph. There will be no Facebook post with accompanying photo about my interview with Roxane Gay because there will be no interview.
Oh, I was asked. My bookstore is co-hosting the event for her new memoir, Hunger. But like her book, the first book I’ve been able to successfully read beginning to end in 10 months – ok a year, if I’m being completely honest (I tried, Bruce), my story is not one with a neat happy ending. Back in October, I melted down completely, spiraled into a horrid depression, and I haven’t been able to read more than a paragraph or two at a time.
My passion for words shrank to scattered thought, then slowly to short poems, then an article or two. It’s been a nasty little secret until now, so when I got the email…
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