The whole concept of smartphone addiction, or an unhealthy reliance on any technology, is unfair when applied indiscriminately to the population as a whole.
When I had to write about things like porta-potties and the best nightclubs in Tulsa, Oklahoma (yes, I actually wrote about both of those things) I only made about $20 an essay. The work I do now is much more infrequent, but it's way more rewarding.
I may be physically weak but I'm getting stronger and as much as I miss lifting heavy weight, there is something inspiring about starting from scratch and working my way back up.
Don't get me wrong, I also love people and the way they touch my life -- they have the unique ability to lift me from the depths of despair, but in this moment -- as I write this post -- I absolutely hate people.
On Monday my Op-Ed was published in the Los Angeles Times! In the last several months I have had the pleasure of working with editors at some pretty brag-worthy publications, though with the LA Times I can't help but devote an entire blog post to my bragging. Shameless, I know. For those who missed it,... Continue Reading →
This essay was originally published by The Bold Italic. I stood there on the Napa River Bridge, gripping the railing for what seemed like the longest time, trying to figure out what had just happened, as a fireball engulfed the wreckage of crunched metal to my right. Thirty minutes earlier I had been sitting in... Continue Reading →