Sarah Will
Sarah Will
Sarah Will is a paralympic skier who spent 11 years on the U.S. Disabled Ski Team. During this time, she earned a record 13 medalswhile competing in four Winter Paralympic Games between 1992 and 2002. Will serves as a ski instructor and is otherwise active in the Vail community. She was named to the United States Olympic Hall of Fame in July 2009 and is a nominee for the U.S. Ski and Snowboard Hall of Fame...
husband book writing
I don't talk about my books while I'm writing them: not even my husband knows what a novel's about until it's done.
done i-can seeing
The only thing I can't stand more than seeing something done wrong is seeing it done slowly.
nice mean insightful
It's hard to be nice when the rest of the world is so mean.
perfect
It was just perfect, just right all at once.
strong writing email
I just have to be super strong when it comes to my work time. Shut the browser, ignore the email alerts, and just WRITE.
optimism fearless enough
He'd always had that fearless optimism that made cynics like me squirm. I wondered if it was enough for both of us. I would never know from here, though. And time was passing. Crucial minutes and seconds, each one capable of changing everything.
summer hate confused
I am not breaking my rules,' I snapped, hating that I'd ended up on the advice-recieving end of things, jumping from Dear Remy to Confused in Cincinnati all in one summer.
distance grief way
Maybe that's what you got when you stood over your grief, facing it finally. A sense of its depths, its area, the distance across, and the way over or around it, whichever you chose in the end.
block sleep light
But what he didn't understand was that this dreamland was preferable,walking through this life half-sleeping,everything at arm's length or farther away. I understood those mermaids.I didn't care if they sang to me.All I wanted was to block out all the human voices as they called me name again and again,pulling me upward into light,to drown.
thinking age made
But all I could think of was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of.
girl real eye
See," he began, leaning back into the booth, "I was at this car dealership today, and I saw this girl. It was an across-a-crowded-room kind of thing. A real moment, you know?" I rolled my eyes. Chloe said, "And this would be Remy?" "Right. Remy," he said, repeating my name with a smile. Then, as if we were happy honeymooners recounting our story for strangers he added, "Do you want to tell the next part?" "No," I said flatly.
filling-up space empty
I took his wildness from him and tried to fold it into myself, filling up the empty spaces all those second place finishes left behind.
book editors eight
I have SO many books I didn't sell. Some my agent rejected outright, others made it all the way to my editor to be turned away. Not everything is a winner, which is tough when you've devoted eight or nine months of your life to something.
profound comforting chaos
I had this wild thought that he was the only one in all this chaos who was just like me, and that was comforting and profound all at once.