Bo is fifteen minutes late. I’m getting restless because I’m only in L.A. a few days and there are things I want to do before I go back to the frozen tundra that is Minnesota this time of year. The jet lag is slowly creeping in but it won’t really take effect until a few... Continue Reading →

Bo is fifteen minutes late. I’m getting restless because I’m only in L.A. a few days and there are things I want to do before I go back to the frozen tundra that is Minnesota this time of year. The jet lag is slowly creeping in but it won’t really take effect until a few... Continue Reading →

The first time I met Z we were at this big gala where everyone gets together to sing kumbaya and revel in how great things really aren't. I remember walking into this massive ballroom feeling unimpressed because I hadn’t been here two weeks and already I felt disingenuous. The night was going to be one... Continue Reading →

I forget where I am. It’s March 1, 2018 and I have to rub my eyes a little bit to see the TV I left on to know I’m in a hotel room in Beijing, China.  My father doesn’t think I should be here, but I’m living my life as if he has passed away,... Continue Reading →

Christina and I haven’t had the smoothest of relationships, her relentless positivity and optimism not meshing with my sardonic, reclusive personality. But when I think of Christina, I always remind myself how much respect I have for her willingness to give so much, yet ask for so little. I recently sat down with Christina on... Continue Reading →

I wanted to sit down with her, so I did. It was a few days ago, an empty room on the second floor providing the setting for what would be an insightful conversation. Right away, it is clear ZeErica is a happy woman, a radiating smile emanating from her face that both invites intrigue and... Continue Reading →

“You want to go on vacation together?” I email my uncle not too long ago. “Negative. Can’t travel anymore,” his email reads, my plan to imbibe in an expensive paradise now needing an alternative. “How are things going in China?” he goes on to ask. “They’re going well, nothing special.” “I pray for your safety... Continue Reading →

Three bike rides, two massages (one oil and one Thai, both by women with death grips that have me limping out of the parlor), and eight steaks later I ready to leave Bangkok. I sleep for a few hours before my red eye, which I have to supplement with a three hour layover in a... Continue Reading →

My alarm goes off, another Sunday morning beginning at the crack of dawn. In a haze, I walk to the bathroom for my morning ritual. I'm caught off guard when I take a piss that doesn't feel normal. I don't think much of it. Maybe the spaghetti bolognese I ate last night had old tomatoes... Continue Reading →