Author name: Doy

Do you ever get caught up in the drama of your own life narrative? It’s that voice inside your head that tells you that you’re destined to be a writer or a doctor or a singer — a rock star, even! — no matter what happens. It’s the movie playing in your head — the […]

In college, I learned a valuable (and painful) lesson about momentum. In the thick of Rush Week shenanigans, my friend and I were chasing down some sister sorority girls who had stolen one of our banners. We stopped them in their car and sat on the hood before they could take off. The driver, surprisingly,

My heart is heavy tonight. This silent, invasive enemy that I’ve battled for the past three years took my father, Doy Wheaton Cave, Jr., from me this week. Sometime between Monday and today, he dressed himself for bed, lay down and fell asleep for the last time. He was 66 years old. As I turn

When I was a kid, I absolutely hated cutting the grass. I don’t know if “hated” really captures the pure revulsion I’m trying to communicate. I can only tell you that it usually took escalating threats of violence from my mother, then even more threats from various family members and friends before I’d get up

If there’s one constant in the universe, it’s this: everybody has an opinion, especially when that opinion concerns someone else. When I started my weight loss journey, I immediately had to change the way I functioned in public. If I went to a restaurant, I had to ask for special orders. If they couldn’t accommodate