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A previously unpublished essay about how I found running – it feels a bit dated reading over it again now, so I figured I’d might as well publish it here. I think that people assume that I like running because it doesn’t hurt when I do it. They’re wrong – it almost always hurts. Sometimes
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An essay that won the Glenna Luschei Prairie Schooner Award and was published in Vol. 93, No. 2 of the same magazine After Elissa Washuta Every morning, I use my grandmother’s coffee pot. Wait, no, that doesn’t sound quite right. Let’s start this again. I still own my grandmother’s coffee pot, a stainless-steel 12-cup electric
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A blog post I wrote originally for ridgeruners.com, republished here In what already feels like another lifetime, I was once a very serious nonfiction writer. This was, much like ultrarunning, something I learned to do to process and understand a childhood in an abusive home, cyclical Appalachian poverty, and why everybody in my kindergarten class called me the little
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