I think about Johnny Depp a lot these days. No, it’s not some adolescent crush. It’s everything else. In the last five years, my life has rapidly evolved into a fairly stable, even boring one. Where an average Tuesday night once found me hailing cabs in...
My brother, Christofer, willed me two things when he went off to college: a periodically empty house with an immediately unsuspicious mother (and, ergo, the license to throw frequent though reasonably-sized parties; there were no pizzas on the turntable at my house),...
When it comes to inspired festivity, Chris and Megan Abad don’t mess around. Chris’ thirtieth birthday celebration, AbadFest ’08, put me in the hospital (well, kinda’). A casual afternoon football game at Chris and Meg’s Hell’s...
In May of 1992, I drove my red Nissan Sentra from Valley Forge, Pennsylvania, to Telluride, Colorado. I was a twenty-year-old child philosopher, whiling away the summer between my junior and senior year on highways and mountain tops of The Great American West in...
