In publishing, a story set in West Virginia is usually the kiss of death. The state is a pariah, the butt of endless jokes, and stereotyped beyond reason. Though Deliverance was set in the Ozarks, it is forever the first …
Since 2004, I’ve gotten off at the New York Avenue Metro station every morning, walking down 2nd Street to my office near Union Station. It’s a walk that I never would have taken when I was young. A walk I …
Each year, I try to do a birthday article. And, while there’s much to consider this year, I find myself somewhat uninspired in the “state of the Nacho” department. Of course, these days, I should be looking forward instead of …
I think I’ve figured out what’s wrong with my town. I’ve watched it grow up from scary urban wasteland to gentrified post-suburban neo-yuppie masturbation sock, and there’s just a little something that’s off. A sort of sanitized soullessness that breeds …
The 6th of May is the “National Prayer Day.” I’m very sorry that I know that, but it just couldn’t be avoided since all the pantries in my office building were plastered last week with fliers and posters encouraging staff …