Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

by Cheryl Strayed

I felt fierce and humble and gathered up inside, like I was safe in this world too.

“I never got to be in the driver’s seat of my own life,” she’d wept to me once, in the days after she learned she was going to die. “I always did what someone else wanted me to do. I’ve always been someone’s daughter or mother or wife. I’ve never just been me.”

So accurate for so many women