Michael McCormack’s new book began as a letter of complaint to his father, who was a world champion football player (Cleveland ftw! For once!), NFL coach, and hall of famer. As he wrote, though, it turned into something much bigger.
A professional wrestling rumble may be the land of the body slam, but following a bout of the rumblies in my tummy, I found it to be an surprisingly cathartic reminder of how important body love can be. … Also, there was a “street fight” a la The Wrestler with Mickey Rourke. So that was fucking rad.
This is the new weekly series where I describe the behind-the-scenes way to make the mocktail from this week’s FemComPod and also provide something totally unrelated but interesting because, oh look a dog walking by the window…
I’ve survived and established recovery. I’m whole again, in a whole new way. Now I need to learn how to be this transformed self, exist in this transformed body/mind/soul, not just become it. I’ve accomplished the becoming.