The Final Time My Father Said, “Come on, Hit Me” (Memoir)

The Final Time My Father Said, “Come on, Hit Me” (Memoir)

During the last year I lived at home with my family in Minnesota, I was a bad boy. A miscreant. A drunken, drug-addled fiend searching for sustenance in the cultural desert of the arctic Midwest. My punk rock insanity was fueled by a series of traumatic events that...
Put Down the Phone and Turn Off Your Screens (Essay)

Put Down the Phone and Turn Off Your Screens (Essay)

How to take breaks from media, messaging, and the digital world This morning, I woke up, put on my robe, climbed slowly down the stairs, had my vitamins, and put a pot of coffee on. I did the dishes from the night before, cleaned the kitchen, prepared a cup of java,...