A Nass writer parses past from present in Northern Ireland.

On Lindsey Vonn’s Sisyphean attempt at Olympic gold.

“Behind my chest-thumping bravado and my snarling, reactive solipsism, it was apparent that I had reached a nadir: consumed by my own suffering and all of my ineffectual attempts to ‘better’ myself, I had begun to lose fundamental parts of myself.”

Maybe some things do hurt more than pulling teeth.