Tag: personal essay
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The 100 Club
I inherited championship-level golf DNA and somehow still showed up to my latest round looking like a woman with no prior arrangement with athletic ability. Between flying clubs, triple bogeys, bald eagles, and instant friendship, I discovered that being terrible at something can be unexpectedly joyful, especially when you decide to keep going.
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You’re Never Too Old to Drop Into Fortnite
At 60, I did not expect to become a Fortnite player, steal enemy vehicles, throw healing supplies into active combat, and bond with my fiancé’s online squad like a sequined chaos goblin. But somewhere between panic, crowns, coffee, and a stolen TIE fighter, I discovered friendship, reinvention, and an unexpected clutch gene.
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“Don’t Forget My Belly Button!”
When a surgeon offered to rebuild my belly button for free, I discovered I was far more emotionally invested in that useless little nub than any rational person should be. After enough surgeries to qualify as renovation, keeping it felt less like vanity and more like preserving one stubborn, original piece of myself.
70 Staples - Not broken. Rebuilt. 