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BIO FOR DEE HUBBARD

Call me a late-in-life dream follower.

After 35 years a CPA, I deurbanized and moved from Denver to Steamboat Springs to write. Not content with the enormity of that challenge and much too young to play golf, I took up skiing at age 60 and began climbing high mountains (mostly Munros in Scotland and Fourteeners in Colorado) at age 65. On my saner days I just go fishing.

My nickname is Grizzly, which I earned long ago by surviving a marauding bear attack in the backcountry of Yellowstone Park.

My first grade teacher was first to recognize an aptitude for writing. She told my mother I was very independently minded and wanted to do things on my own. A prize-winning short story from my senior year in high school helped nurse the writing notion along. My published credits include: a few short stories and essays; some commentaries for the Rocky Mountain News and the Steamboat Pilot; some features for business publications. I’ve received literary awards both for fiction and creative nonfiction. The Rocky Mountain News featured my “Best of the West” prize winning short story, The Prize, in its Sunday Spotlight supplement. My literary novella, Charlie’s Pride, received an award in The National Writers Club novel manuscript contest. Slim to None, A Journey Through the Wasteland of Anorexia Treatment, my first major work of nonfiction, has received several awards and was published by McGraw-Hill in 2003.

FROM: SLIM TO NONE, A Journey Through the Wasteland of Anorexia Treatment

It took three weeks for my body to shut down. When I was close to the end, I couldn't see very well and could talk only in hoarse whispers because my mouth was so dry. I slept most of the time. But I didn't feel sick. I felt at peace, finally emptied of all the mind and body filth. No more terrifying flashbacks. No more disgust with my body…with me. Nothing hurt. I wasn't even hungry. And I didn't have to worry about how guilty I feel when I eat and throw up, and even worse, how anguished I feel when I eat and don't throw up.

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