The Authenticity Experiment, the early morning drive edition. Just five days after I’d won the Oregon Book Award, I still floated somewhere above my body. Or, if I inhabited my skin sack (thank you, Lidia Yuknavitch for that evocative phrase), my brain and emotions lingered somewhere else. You know what I mean, you do—the way your body refuses to inhabit a truth. An award for my book? Totally unbelievable. And at 7:30 a.m. that Saturday,…