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Radical Resilience, By the Numbers I just got home from the Las Vegas

I just got home from the Las Vegas Writers Conference.

I was faculty.

Let me say that again, because my brain is still trying to accept the sentence. I was faculty at the Las Vegas Writers Conference. At twenty-nine years old. Me, little redneck from a town of three thousand people in the middle of rural Utah. Sharing the roster with New York Times bestselling authors, senior literary agents from major firms, talent managers actively developing Broadway musicals, Bram Stoker Award winners, and...

The Operating System I Didn't Know I Was Running I've been asking myself

I've been asking myself the wrong question my whole life.

I kept asking: why am I unhappy? Like if I could just find the right answer, the right relationship, the right accomplishment, the right combination of being enough... the unhappiness would lift. Like it was a puzzle and I was just missing a piece.

But that's not the right question. The right question is: how could I possibly be anything else when I have never, not once, been allowed to just exist?

Let me explain what I mean by that. And...

The 104° Rule (Or: Why You Shouldn't Text People When Your Brain is

Here's a lesson I apparently needed to learn the hard way: when your fever hits 104 degrees, put the phone down.

I spent the last 48 hours in a fever-induced delirium, courtesy of some kind of bug that decided to throw a party in my already-compromised body while I was simultaneously weaning off a medication. The result? A perfect storm of vomiting, shaking, and sending panicked texts to people I care about while my brain was literally cooking itself.

I am embarrassed. I am ashamed. And I am,...

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Love was supposed to save her. Instead, it’s killing her.

Brynna Monroe has spent her life starving—not for food, but for something deeper. As a...