When my index and middle fingers latched the tiny limestone hold to my right, a tidal wave of panic washed over me. A man was screaming; while the hold, free of climbing chalk, was delicate, his shrieks were overpowering. “Noooo! No, no, no, stop,” he yelled, standing about 20 feet below me on the ground. Had a rock knocked my belayer unconscious? Was my knot untied? I grabbed a nearby piece of gear and clipped myself in so I could safely assess the situation. I asked what wa
The first time I heard the word snowboarding was from two skater/surfer guys on Long Beach Island, NJ, during the summer of 1990. “It’s really cool, it’s gonna be huge,” they explained. A few weeks later, a Transworld Snowboarding magazine caught my eye on a newsstand in New York City where I worked. I had never skied or done anything athletic, but I was curious. A new sport, interesting. A new way of life?
A few months later, a high school friend was murdered. He had recen
The first thing I did nearly every morning for almost a year was vomit. On several occasions, from 2013 to 2014, I got into my car parked outside of a Walgreens or Smiths to find it was still running. On the rare occasion that I went climbing on the weekend when it was time to pack up and hike out, I was so overcome by intense panic and anxiety I wasn’t sure I could make it. I am the kind of person who starts stuff. I founded a sorority in college that, by the time I graduate
Me too. The first time was in middle school. But the worst time was in college. I was threatened by the president of the guy's fraternity that if I reported what happened, they would make sure no one believed me. They had so many brothers, and I had just a few friends. They said they had witnesses who would say I was asking for it --with my oversized Benetton shirt and shoulder pads. Asking for it because I had made small talk with the guy at a party. The leader of the frater