The ease of my transition from terrified little girl potentially losing her daddy from a heart attack to adult woman admonishing her grey-haired father for eating salt is astonishing and unnerving.
How did WWE star Mick Foley capture my attention when I’d wanted him to fail? I boiled it down to three concepts that not only work for action-centered sports autobiographies but are excellent tactics for writers of any genre.
There’s a lot of talk recently about sexism and people being phenomenal asshats to each other across a shockingly broad range of scenarios. And to my great (genuine) surprise, I’ve been asked by a number of friends, online and off, to comment on the state […]