Katie Dickieson
You were never too much. The box was too f*cking small.
“Who were you, before the world told you what to be?”
I was the weird kid. The difficult kid. The problem child of a Catholic family outside Detroit.
I told my bar mates I was applying to Harvard. They laughed. I applied to Cornell while I was homeless, got in, and walked out with a master’s in biomedical engineering.
There’s a chapter called F*ck Personal Development. That tells you what kind of book this is.
Published by Dick Press.
The next one
Coming: Forget Who the F*ck You Are
Everything we were taught to be. And what happens after you’ve spent enough time healing, when you decide to just start being and living.
I’m writing it now. It has no date yet.
First drafts go to the Letter before they go anywhere else.