If you have been to a bar recently, you most likely have seen an area of the place designated to pull-tabs. Pull-tabs, for those who aren’t aware of what I’m talking about, are tiny, square-shaped tickets with cheesy decorum on the front side, and three flaps on the back side that people pull, (hence... Continue Reading →

  There was a time I was perceived as too skinny. To many, this might seem comical. Yet there I was, as an eight grader, standing in a waterpark in Coon Rapids being berated for my body. “Dude, are you anorexic?” was one of the rude and hurtful sentiments purported to me. This question, by... Continue Reading →

  As some of you already know, I am in the final stages of my first book. I began writing The Long Road North, a memoir, in the summer of 2015. During the spring of that same year my friend Ryan (Rhino as he is commonly referenced throughout the story) and I rode our bicycles... Continue Reading →