Growing up, I felt entirely at odds with Thanksgiving. Or maybe I felt that Thanksgiving was entirely at odds with its intended purpose. I’m not sure which. While adults took over the main spaces of the house on Thanksgiving, my siblings, cousins, and I were usually ushered off to the basement, the backyard, or anywhere that kept us out of the way of the adults. The dads and uncles would gather around the TV to watch unremarkable football games, while the moms and aunts spent

Holyoke, CO. May 1988. Ben, Mike, Dan, Eric, and Mark (L to R). It was the Wednesday of finals week during the second semester of my...

Here’s my truth. I love being in a state of inspiration. Part of the reason I consume so many movies, songs, musicals, books, articles,...