How Your Phone Is Robbing You of You

My son is waiting by the road for his ride to school. I remember being fourteen and waiting for my ride to school. Sometimes, I would try to walk the balance beam of railroad ties separating our yard from the shoulder of the road. But I bored of that quickly. Then, I...

Why Therapy Will Make a Mess of Your Life

It’s 6 months after moving into my apartment.  I look around, seeing evidence of a lived in space.  There’s a throw blanket on the chair closest to a window with glass marked by the nose prints of a curious dog.  A small pile of books, a sketchbook, and pens are...