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...
The Sweat Lodge in My Backyard (Memoir)

The Sweat Lodge in My Backyard (Memoir)

When I was a kid, I always tried to be normal but it never worked. My lemonade stand was in the center of a cornfield. I often threw the football to myself. And sometimes I wore a Mustang Ranch T-shirt to school, which was a gift my dad acquired from an infamous...
Mrs. Kiffmeyer, My Piano Teacher (Music Memoir)

Mrs. Kiffmeyer, My Piano Teacher (Music Memoir)

I walked up the driveway to the top of a small hill in a nice, Minnesotan neighborhood every Thursday afternoon for piano lessons. When I reached the top and opened the front door, I slipped into another world. A curtain drew back from my black-and-white movie and...