Today, I saw an ad for "American made apparel for minimalists" with one of those rugged looking models who probably works out three times a day and is pushing 40 that so many ad-people like to play hipster-millennials. So, the world's doing fine. I mean, for real, we now live in a world where "minimalism" … Continue reading 10 reasons why this one thing will bring down Trump!
This is a call to all the climbers out there. To the people not done chasing those towering peaks called, Dreams. Keep climbing. To the fighters pushing to outlast the challenges of a difficult world, To the lovers opening their hearts to an uncertain world, To the visionaries with eyes for future worlds: Keep climbing. … Continue reading The Climb
The world keeps spinning strangely. The bad guys keep winning and the good guys' desks are covered in thick layers of dust. Every day, it seems, something else goes against the moral arc of the universe. Part of waking up from the slumber and fog of adolescence, for me, has been realizing how radical hope is … Continue reading Dawn
Have you ever felt like there's so much going on that your head can't really compute it all? Like the events are flying at your too fast for you to catch them. You blink and it's next year. Well, in the past few weeks, I've had a lot going on. And, as a result, I … Continue reading Writer’s Bloc
Last weekend, I toured my parents around Cleveland a.k.a. The Land. Cleveland is a city of grinders -- a Land of loyal warriors. A city full of tough folks ready and able to take on tough tasks. A city with a Great Lake-sized heart. The people of Cleveland are forever tied together by the city. … Continue reading Leaving The Land
So there I sat, crying into my hands in a parked rental car on the side of some random street in Brooklyn next to a scrap metal warehouse. I felt paralyzed because I felt trapped. And you were there. And you held me. And you pushed me out the cage in my head and into … Continue reading Come Back to Me
It's later than you think. You probably think you have so much time to do so many things. You say to yourself, "I have plenty of time to do X or talk to Y or make Z." You probably assume that your brother will always be there -- even if you never said those words. … Continue reading It’s Late