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I was minding my own business, idly scrolling through TikTok when I was stopped in my tracks. There was a contextless statement. White text on a black background, soundtracked by dusty ambience, noises of scuttling wind or a faraway train. It said, simply, poem-like: Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedhey guys I am very sorry but I will be stopping this challenge my mental health has genuinely declined and I just need a break I might come back I’m not sure yet sorry to anyone I disappointed.

Luke Fickell and the Wisconsin Badgers football program made a few notable changes to the coaching staff this offseason. Some were out of necessity, and others in pursuit of better production.  Gone are wide receivers coach Mike Brown, who took the same job at Notre Dame, Colin Hitschler (Alabama), and Jack Bicknell Jr., who was re-assigned to a different role within the program. All three jobs have been filled—and announced on social media.

5 Star Review of The Way Forward: “Beautifully written prose on healing and moving forward in life. A lot of wisdom is well written in these pages. I will read again!” - Loria H The Way Forward is 23% off on Amazon and available in bookstores. My wife, Sara, and I first met at Wesleyan University. She was an incoming freshman and I was a sophomore. We pretty quickly found friendship in each other and would talk for long hours into the night.

I desperately wanted Pretty Boys Are Poisonous—Megan Fox’s first book of poetry—to disarm me, to flatten me with an unexpectedly assured voice that could speak from the other side of beauty and celebrity and Hollywood to show me something new. And while Fox does write about what’s behind her glittering facade, what’s there is sadly quotidian in both its subject matter and its language. As is the case with books by Amber Tamblyn, Suzanne Somers, and Jewel, books by women celebrities are often quickly dismissed.

Megan Greenwell is the former editor-in-chief of Deadspin, the former editor of Wired.com, a former editor at New York Magazine, a former editor at ESPN the Magazine, a former staff writer at The Washington Post, and a graduate of Columbia University. If her Twitter bio is to be believed, she currently teaches sports journalism at Syracuse, and serves as the co-director of a journalism seminar at Princeton. Pretty impressive for someone under 40!

Melissa MowryWriting is my first and greatest passion. My other great loves: homeschooling my kids, reading good books, making + eating delicious food, exploring nature, doing uncomfortable personal shit while making myself as cozy as physically possible. ncG1vNJzZmirpZfAta3CpGWcp51kja6xy6KqrJmdpMSzxQ%3D%3D

It’s high summer in New York, when produce is abundant, covetously so. Time goes fast this time of year, and the steady cycle of plump bounty that comes and goes from the market is a bittersweet reminder that this season will too soon pass. It feels impossible to eat everything we want to eat. The stone fruit is firm and sweet, even from my local supermarket. I bought 5 ears of corn for $2 from a stall outside my favourite supersize Asian grocery store in Sunset Park recently.

The mind-bend that is Daylight Savings Time, temperatures above 15 degrees and sunlight with detectable traces of warmth are all back again. Like clockwork, my body has somehow detected this and I’m shedding like a seasonally-affected reptile. Considering it was the end of Rot Girl Winter, it seems appropriate for the skin I was in for that period to die and fall away. A lot of things needed to have their metaphoric death this winter.

Twitter This week everyone has been unreasonably mad about various stupid things. That’s the status quo for twitter but we’ve been cycling through topics at an alarming rate and growing hostility. We’re also recording some of the hottest temperatures on record. It’s making everyone irritable and annoying. If you’re reading and you’re saying well I’m not being irritable and annoying, you are and you need to take a shower or go jump in a pool.