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Accomplishing Big Goals
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In Hard Things, you share your heartache, your healing, and your experiences training and running a brutal 206.5-mile race through the Cascade Mountains. What inspired you to share your experiences with readers?
After the race, my son told me I should tell the story of my race. Knowing how the journey transformed my life, it felt right to share it with others. The book started as a self-help guide to accomplishing big goals, but it didn’t feel right, so I shelved it for a while. When I finally came back to it, I realized, with the help of others, that the real story was much deeper and more personal. When I finally got vulnerable and dug into the “why” behind the reasons I was running, it came together into the memoir it is now.
What do endurance sports reveal about people that everyday life often hides?
This is different for each endurance athlete. For some, it is truly a personal challenge they want to overcome, and they are not struggling inside. I believe for most it is an outlet for something bigger and deeper, even if they aren’t ready to name it yet. Endurance sports can be a mask that hides the pain within. In my case, that came from a need to feel worthy and appear strong. For others, it can be a very different form of trauma. Endurance sports can be both an escape from and an outlet for this pain. It is only when we finally take the time to identify and face what is within us that we can begin to heal. This is true for many people; endurance sports are only one possible outlet.
The memoir suggests that needing people is not a weakness. Was that a difficult lesson to accept?
For me, it definitely was. Due to my family dynamics, I felt like I needed to be the one who could handle everything and not be a burden. If I weren’t a problem, then other people didn’t need to worry about me. I was the helper, the caretaker, the one making sure I was there when other people needed something. I didn’t want to weigh anybody down, and it felt as if needing people meant I was taking away from them instead of adding to their lives. As a result, I struggled to be fiercely independent and not to need anyone. It took a long time to realize that not only did I need help, but people wanted to give it to me – in the same way I wanted to be there for them. I was making relationships harder on the people who cared about me by not letting them in and not accepting their help. I’m much better at it now, and recognize it is not a weakness, but I confess it’s still something I occasionally struggle with.
What do you hope non-runners take away from the book?
I hope that all readers find a piece of themselves in the book and that it helps them find a path to healing, vulnerability, and authentic strength. You don’t have to run to connect with the mental health challenges I experienced. Running was how I coped with it; there are many other ways we, as humans, find to hide from or attempt to manage the struggles we carry. You don’t have to run to want to feel loved and worthy. It is my hope that the book offers hope and inspiration for those struggling to get the help they need to live a happier, fuller, healthier life.
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As he pushes his body beyond what seems humanly possible, Marc confronts the truth about why he runs—not merely to demonstrate endurance, but to escape the anxiety that has chased him since childhood. With each punishing mile, he unravels the complex relationship dynamics, family patterns, and personal struggles he’s spent a lifetime avoiding, revealing the strength he’s always projected as both his greatest asset and his heaviest burden.
Hard Things is a powerful memoir about what it means to be authentically strong, vulnerable, and worthy of love. For anyone who has ever doubted themselves, it offers a gripping, inspiring testament to perseverance, self-discovery, and the truth that the hardest trails aren’t always measured in miles.
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Hard Things
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Hard Things is Marc Hopkins’s memoir of training for and running the Bigfoot 200, a brutal 206.5-mile endurance race through the Cascade Mountains, but the race itself is really only the outer trail. The deeper journey is inward, through old grief, heart trouble, divorce, fatherhood, family silence, anxiety, love, and the aching need to prove oneself worthy. Hopkins moves from a sweltering training run where he’s reduced to counting steps, through snow-blocked roads, river crossings, a folded shoe insert he refuses to fix, and finally into the long, delirious miles of the race, where aid stations, pacers, his son, his mother, and Jenni become part of a hard-won lesson: strength isn’t the same as pretending not to need anyone.
What I admired most is how honestly the book lets discomfort stay uncomfortable. Hopkins doesn’t polish himself into some heroic endurance-machine version of a person. He gives us the man who drives himself to the hospital with heart symptoms, jokes through a 99 percent blockage, signs up for a 200-mile race partly as a defiant gesture against death, and then slowly realizes that his compulsive toughness has a shadow side. The “rock in the shoe” moment stayed with me because it’s so simple and so revealing. He’s literally hurting because his insole is folded under his foot, yet he keeps going because that’s what he’s trained himself to do emotionally, too. That’s the book at its best: physical pain becoming a quiet little door into something larger.
The writing has a loose, conversational immediacy that fits the subject well. Hopkins is funny in a self-deprecating way, especially when he lets the absurdity of ultrarunning breathe, like searching for a hidden trail that seems to have vanished into a river, or mistaking a stump for Bigfoot when sleep deprivation starts playing tricks on him. At times, the book circles familiar emotional territory, especially around worthiness and the need to appear strong, but I found that repetition mostly honest rather than tedious. Long races don’t reveal things neatly. They return the same fears again and again, under different weather, with worse feet. The best passages have a rugged sensory clarity: the blast zones, the old-growth forest, the stale exhaustion of aid stations, the strange anticlimax after the finish.
By the end, what moved me wasn’t simply that Hopkins finishes Bigfoot 200, though that achievement is staggering. It’s that he finishes with a softer understanding of himself, and that softness feels more courageous than the miles. Hard Things is a thoughtful, bruised, humane book about endurance, not as conquest, but as a way of listening to the life you’ve been trying to outrun. I’d recommend it to runners and endurance athletes, certainly, but also to anyone who has confused self-reliance with healing, or who needs a reminder that doing hard things doesn’t require becoming unbreakable.
Pages: 210 | ASIN : B0GYQL3KG8
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Hope and a Greater Compassion
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In The Momma Puzzle. you share the childhood memories, stories from relatives, and letters that shape your experiences over decades of trying to understand your mother who died by suicide when you were a young girl. What inspired you to share your story with readers?
Ever since my mother died, I knew that I wanted to write a book about her. But I was warned as a child never to talk about her suicide. Through the weight of that secrecy and taboo and repression, I sensed there was an important story there to tell.
I wanted to tell Momma’s story in a way that would allow readers to see her as a human being, not merely as a terrible person, or a bad mother, or some kind of monster.
As a writer, and as her daughter, I was also embarking on a journey, through the process of writing the book, to discover as much as I could about who she had been and why she had to die in the way that she did.
How did your understanding of your mother change as you moved through letters, photographs, and medical records?
Since this is a memoir, the characters are, or were, real people. But for the purposes of writing the book and telling a story, these real people become created characters. I try to stay as close to the truth as possible, though, and use the process of writing to get even closer to the truth—even to create truth along with meaning, which gets at the value of art.
The character of Momma first appears as a young woman in the 1950s—the fresh, young, enthusiastic, adventurous college student who departs for a job in Saigon as a foreign service secretary. Through letters home to her best friend, and to my future father, Momma keenly observes life and politics in Vietnam; later she’s a newlywed, soon with one child, then two (the younger of whom was me); then comes her downward spiral toward suicide.
The character of the narrator (based on myself) is at first full of questions about Momma, and by the end reaches some understanding of who Momma had been, that her struggles were set in motion long before the narrator (I) was conceived.
Did writing the memoir change any of your relationships with surviving family members?
My relationships with my surviving family members have either improved or are stable/ unchanged since writing my memoir.
What is one thing you hope readers take away from your memoir?
I hope readers will take away hope and a greater compassion for people who die by suicide.
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Covert Christian Narcissism
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The Jezebel Tracks is a searching and fiercely theological essay collection where you examine family abuse, covert Christian narcissism, addiction, spiritual warfare, and survival. What first convinced you that these essays needed to exist as a book rather than remain private reflections?
I think a couple of things are at play here.
1) People who grow up in the almost Truman Show-like dynamics of a family like mine come to understand that something is wrong, but often, they don’t know exactly what it is unless they seek help and begin a search for the reality behind the smokescreen. It is so frustrating and so strange, and when the picture becomes clear, the depth and darkness of the evil it reveals is transfixing. It can be simultaneously liberating and horrifying—it stops you in your tracks. I think a lot of people who are on this kind of search, especially if they come from a family like mine, might benefit from a boost up the research tree in their quest to make sense of the strangeness from which they come. I hope this book can help provide that kind of boost.
2) Getting all the way into the demonic, I believe the spirit of Jezebel likes to hide. This is a key aspect of the covertness of covert Christian narcissism. I believe this thing doesn’t want to be found out, and I am grateful to have the opportunity to expose it, at least insofar as my upbringing under the tacitly dominating authority of my maternal grandmother and the family dynamic she created is concerned. I think these essays needed to be published in book form to at least have the potential to reach people who come from a cocktail of darkness like the one in which I was raised, and let them know they are not alone, that these dynamics are documented phenomena, and to encourage them to keep going—to keep fighting to at least get on a path to breaking free. I feel very strongly about trying to reach these people. I think that is the primary reason I wrote this collection.
You describe abuse that often arrived through politeness, performance, or spiritual language rather than open violence. Why was it important to explore that quieter form of control?
Covert narcissism seems to me to be the most pernicious form of the disorder. The mannerliness, the performance, and the spiritual rhetoric that characterized the atmosphere my grandmother engendered were aspects of deceit. The concept of the wolf in sheep’s clothing is highlighted in several New Testament books. This quiet form of control is the wolf-in-sheep ’s-clothing dynamic. I think it is more evil than overt narcissism because its cornerstone is deception. This deception—what you see is the opposite of what you will get—echoes the same elemental aspect of evil presented in Genesis. The Nachash, the serpent-like entity in the account, is primarily a deceiver. The world my grandmother fabricated, orchestrated, and funded—an elaborate bal masqué—papered over the dark spiritual realities in the family, which, in addition to covering her motives, also helped obscure the true personalities and motives of some other family members. Again, at least for me, it was kind of like The Truman Show. My grandmother was so good at her act, and so consistent with it, that I bought it hook, line, and sinker in my naïve youth. Finally understanding the depth of that deception and the personality disorder ramifications of it shook me to my core. How can a person who looks so good be so evil? Well, my conclusion is that people who engage in this kind of deception may be some of the most evil there are.
The phrase “covert Christian narcissism” carries enormous weight in the book. How would you define it for readers unfamiliar with the concept?
This is a great and central question. Over the decades, through counseling and a lot of research, along with the support of a few truly prayerful friends, I came to understand pieces of the puzzle of my background—like my dad’s overt narcissism, but there was a lot more to dig up. It was like doing a big jigsaw puzzle over decades. If I recall correctly, I started watching Christian counselor and narcissism expert Kris Reece’s videos in July of 2024 when I was in Mexico. I had never heard of covert Christian narcissism, and, as she explained it, all the light bulbs lit up simultaneously. That was the last piece of the puzzle. Additionally, it was as if an electromagnetic force caused all the slightly out-of- place pieces to arrange themselves and fall into place—creating a clear and complete, if devastating, picture of my background. It was transfixing—truly stunning. At that point, I was ready to write, and I started the first piece in the collection that would become The Jezebel Tracks right then and there. Eleven months later, at the end of June 2025, the manuscript was complete. Covert Christian narcissism is covert narcissism with a thick veneer of Christianity shellacked around it as a disguise. A covert narcissist uses guilt and creates a sense of obligation in his or her targets, often presenting himself or herself as a perpetual victim or almost a martyr. They use this act to pull in empathetic people to provide them with the attention—the narcissistic supply—they need to feel important and substantial. Their inner worlds are so barren that, parasite-like, they need to get their validation from others’ attention and their dependence on them. They do not have the emotional and spiritual warm bloodedness of genuinely caring, empathetic people, but they need these people attending to them to feel viable as persons, to not feel hollow inside. I think of narcissists—both covert and overt—as emotionally and spiritually cold-blooded—essentially reptilian in nature, and devoid of the warmth of true human empathy, kindness, and, most importantly and devastatingly, love. Something I read many years ago put it succinctly. The author wrote, “The narcissist has made the terrible decision not to love.” A covert Christian narcissist’s doing this in the name of Christ while adopting a persona of performative holiness makes the decision all the more chilling and insidious.
Despite the darkness in the book, it ultimately argues against despair. Why was it important that the collection end in defiance rather than collapse?
There is defiance in the collection and particularly in the ending, but the most elemental sense is of having come through the storm of my life. It is kind of a deep exhalation that really required my whole life experience to that point to fully leave my psychological and spiritual respiratory system. I think the collection ends in release—the release from my depression and the release from not understanding the full picture of the darkness from which I come. I didn’t make the story do anything or happen a certain way. This is nonfiction. It actually happened. I didn’t rescue me. God did. And the first major assignment after the rescue was writing The Jezebel Tracks.
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Did you grow up in a family of extreme narcissists and their enablers, or have you ever wondered what it’s like to live in that kind of fishbowl environment? If so, The Jezebel Tracks is for you.
Gardner Landry’s essays feature both overt and covert histrionic narcissists—at least one of whom likely qualifies as a psychopath—while also exploring the bizarre psychodynamics of his family. Along the way, he reflects on Houston and New Orleans, and the curious ways these cities relate to one another.
You’ll meet Landry’s dramatic, buffoonish father, his chillingly psychopathic side, and a maternal grandmother who is outwardly sweet yet privately manipulative—the queen bee of the family. Topsy-turvy gender roles, financial charades, and spiritual dimensions of abuse reveal themselves, as Landry examines what he believes to be the spiritual roots of these disorders, culminating in an unexpected journey toward redemption. Buckle up for the ride.
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Truth Seeker: The Story of Zoroaster
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Truth Seeker: The Story of Zoroaster tells the story of Zoroaster from his mother Dugdav’s frightening vision to his own lifelong search for truth, kindness, wisdom, and justice. Author Rebecca DesPrez frames the book as playful historical fiction for ages 8–12 rather than a strict biography, blending legend, imagination, humor, and moral reflection as Zoroaster grows from a laughing baby into a teacher whose ideas challenge cruelty, superstition, and fear.
I liked how much heart this book has. As a parent, I’m always drawn to stories that trust children with big ideas, and this one does. It talks about fear, social rejection, animal cruelty, courage, and moral choice without becoming heavy in a way that would shut a young reader out. The writing has a bouncy, conversational energy, with jokes tucked into serious moments, and that helps soften the darker scenes. Sometimes the humor is broad, almost goofy. I appreciated that the silliness never erased the emotional core. Zoroaster’s compassion for animals, his restlessness around injustice, and his insistence on asking hard questions all felt genuinely moving.
The artwork by Vishwamohini Sengupta adds a gentle, storybook warmth to the book. The images have a soft, rounded quality that makes even the mythic scenes feel accessible, especially the glowing figures, animals, village settings, and palace moments. I found the illustrations especially effective when they brought calm into the story, like visual pauses between danger, exile, storms, and confrontation. The book’s ideas are also unusually rich for a children’s picture book: truth over lies, kindness over cruelty, wisdom over fear, and the courage to stand apart from the crowd. I liked that it doesn’t reduce Zoroaster to a distant historical figure. It imagines him first as a child who notices suffering, asks questions, and can’t quite accept easy answers.
Truth Seeker is thoughtful, lively, and emotionally sincere. It’s not a quiet bedtime book, exactly; it has too much adventure, danger, and mischievous humor for that. But it’s the kind of book I’d want to read with a child and talk about afterward, especially because the back matter offers discussion questions, activities, and historical context for families and teachers. I’d recommend it for curious middle-grade readers, especially kids who enjoy ancient history, moral questions, animal-centered moments, and stories about brave people who keep choosing goodness even when the world pushes back.
Pages: 86 | ASIN : B0GTNJKB5Q
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The Day We Forgot to Smile
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The Day We Forgot to Smile by Anthony Owens is a linked collection of life-centered stories about childhood, family, grief, violence, love, endurance, and the small mercies that keep people from disappearing inside their pain. The book moves from Bushwick fire escapes, church shoes, radiators, bodegas, and bruised family rooms into adult stories of marriage, guilt, friendship, loss, and renewal. Its subtitle, “Stories from the Tender Corners of Life,” is apt: these pieces are interested less in spectacle than in the private weather of ordinary people trying to remain whole.
Owens writes with a strong sense of place; Bushwick isn’t merely a setting but a living instrument, rattling trains, hissing heat, sidewalk music, corner-store candy, and danger braided together until memory feels almost tactile. I found the early stories especially affecting because they understand childhood without making it soft. The boys on the fire escape are funny, watchful, hungry, frightened, and inventive all at once. That mixture gives the book its unique feel: sweetness is never allowed to stay simple, but bitterness is never allowed to have the final word.
My strongest reaction was to the way the book honors survival without polishing it into a slogan. Some stories are painful: domestic violence, grief, betrayal, loneliness, but the narration keeps searching for the human shape inside the wound. The prose leans into reflection. Owens has a gift for making humble objects feel charged with meaning: a radiator becomes a lullaby, a polished shoe becomes faith, a basil plant becomes grief learning to sit quietly in the room.
The target audience is readers of memoirs, literary short stories, inspirational fiction, family drama, coming-of-age, and resilience narratives, especially those drawn to books about ordinary people carrying extraordinary emotional burdens. Readers who appreciate the intimate, memory-soaked storytelling of James McBride or the hard-won tenderness of The Color Purple may find a similar moral warmth here, though Owens’s voice is more direct and testimonial. The Day We Forgot to Smile is a book about pain, yes, but more importantly, it’s about the stubborn human talent for finding a little light and naming it home.
Pages: 248 | ASIN : B0G4B4V9Z3
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Becoming a Badass: From Fearful to Fierce
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Becoming a Badass: From Fearful to Fierce is Margie Goldsmith’s memoir of clawing her way out of a childhood soaked in criticism, instability, illness, silence, and fear, then building a life on her own terms through writing, travel, love, divorce, reinvention, and sheer forward motion. The book begins in the “family garden,” where relatives are rendered as flowers, weeds, and strange blooms: Granny Elsa as a hydrangea, her mother as a thorned rose, her father as a yellow carnation, and Margie herself as a cobra lily growing in poor soil. From there, it moves through Paris, painful marriages, career stumbles, Outward Bound, friendships, illness, pancreatic and lung cancer, and finally a hard-won sense of peace that feels less like triumphalism than survival burnished into wisdom.
Goldsmith doesn’t polish people into saints or villains, which gives the memoir its bite. Her mother is cruel and disappointed, but also gifted, thwarted, and once capable of a startling clairvoyant flourish on a bus that leads to a dream apartment. Her father is affectionate enough to waltz with her on his shoes, yet terrifying, inappropriate, alcoholic, and eventually lost to suicide. That doubleness unsettled me in the best way. The emotional honesty has a raw, almost blunt-force quality, especially when she writes about wanting the wrong parent to have died, or about her sister Kathy’s mental illness, with a mixture of anger, pity, guilt, and grief. Those moments hurt because they don’t ask to be forgiven too quickly.
The writing has a conversational speed that suits the life being described: restless, funny, wounded, impatient with self-pity. Sometimes the prose is plain, and the story is quick. But that briskness is also part of Goldsmith’s personality on the page. She keeps moving because movement is how she survives. I loved the recurring garden metaphor because it gives shape to a family system that might otherwise feel unbearably chaotic. I also admired the book’s ideas about courage. It’s not presented as some glossy inspirational state. It’s selling a plane ticket at American Express and deciding to stay in Paris. It’s leaving a marriage because becoming “only his wife” feels like a kind of disappearance. It’s walking blocks after surgery, weak and furious and alive. It’s playing harmonica in public even when you’re not great, simply because joy has finally become more important than fear.
Becoming a Badass has pulse, nerve, and the weathered warmth of someone who has been through the worst rooms and still wants to tell you there’s a door. I’d recommend it to readers who like candid memoirs about difficult families, women reinventing themselves, late-life resilience, travel, writing, and the messy lifelong work of becoming less afraid. Its final gift is the feeling that fierceness doesn’t mean being unbreakable. It means breaking, healing crookedly, and still saying yes to the next strange, beautiful thing.
Pages: 233 | ASIN : B0FQ6S8NXC
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The Jezebel Tracks
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The Jezebel Tracks is a searching and fiercely theological essay collection in which author Gardner Landry examines family abuse, covert Christian narcissism, addiction, spiritual warfare, and survival through the figures of his grandmother Mema and his father Fred. The book moves from cigarette smoke in a River Oaks bedroom to New Orleans streets, from Houston’s oil-soaked identity to John Kennedy Toole, from the wound of an “anti-father” to the author’s painful conviction that his life was bent by forces both psychological and demonic. At its center is a survivor’s attempt to name what nearly destroyed him, and to insist that evil was not, finally, his destination.
Mema’s Silva Thins and Virginia Slims become more than cigarettes; they become little instruments of poise, entitlement, concealment, and control. The image of her propped in bed, coolly observing that the author is “on a slow burn,” stayed with me because it has the chill of something both intimate and merciless. Landry’s prose can be ornate, even feverish, but at its best, that intensity feels earned. He writes like someone sorting through ash with his bare hands. The essays on Houston and New Orleans give the book needed oxygen, and I admired the way he can turn from family wreckage to civic portraiture, seeing Houston as blunt, masculine, commercial sunlight and New Orleans as lunar, seductive, Catholic, haunted, and alive with ritual.
Landry’s framework of the Jezebel spirit, witchcraft, generational iniquity, and demonic principalities will resonate deeply with some readers and unsettle or alienate others. The book isn’t merely trying to accuse; it’s trying to understand how charm, piety, money, family hierarchy, and fear can form a beautiful cage. The strongest idea here, to me, is that abuse often survives by dressing itself in respectable language. Whether in Mema’s prayer group, Fred’s sadism, the Vanderbilt law school rupture, or the long meditation on John Kennedy Toole, Landry keeps returning to the terrible cost of being trapped inside someone else’s story.
In the end, I came away moved by the book’s strange mixture of anguish, conviction, literary appetite, and hard-won defiance. It’s not a neutral book, but it has the pulse of lived experience and the moral urgency of testimony. I would recommend The Jezebel Tracks to readers interested in memoirs of family trauma, Christian spiritual reflection, narcissistic abuse, Southern place-writing, and essays that risk excess in pursuit of truth. It’s a dark, wounded, intensely personal book, but its final force is not despair; it’s the stubborn, luminous claim that a life can be damaged without being finally owned.
Pages: 281 | ASIN : B0GT21HVWH
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