The author of the new collection Brave Enough sounds off about gender politics, personal authenticity, and leaning in to the light. Shop ▾ “I mean, it was hell back in the day, but at least we didn’t have to wax our vaginas.” Thirty minutes into a conversation with Cheryl Strayed and she’s suddenly talking like Popeye. “I yam what I yam!” she mutters, mimicking the sailor’s signature side grin. The impression springs from our discussion of a Tweet in which she poked fun at the people who are outraged when she expresses political views or cusses: “Who’d they think I was? The Easter Bunny?” The award-winning author and I are meeting to discuss Brave Enough, a pocket-sized book of her...
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