Link to my piece in The Atlantic about the front lines of the coronavirus pandemic.   Photo by Justin Wee Continue reading →

The topsy turvy week of the Northeastern Men’s Crew Team  Photo: Igor Belikovskiy/Scullingfool photos By all accounts, the “holiday” week in Boston was a long one, but for the Northeastern men’s rowing team, the roller coaster ride ended with a long sought upset victory on Saturday, the very same day the Boston Red Sox wrapped … Continue reading →

I followed up with Tyler Dodd this week as he finally got the chance to reconnect with Victoria McGrath. He told me the story about his real background. The man may have a checkered past, but having spent the past week with him, I know that I would trust him with my life, too. He’s … Continue reading →

I ran into Tyler Dodd on the corner of Dartmouth and Stuart yesterday, right near Back Bay station. I couldn’t help but notice the bloody fingerprints on his shirt. He told me a few things about what he had just experienced. That he had been nearby when the explosions went off, and ran immediately towards … Continue reading →

Walden pond remains immeasurably breathless, welcoming young and old to its shores. I can’t help feeling, however, that Thoreau would be sorely disappointed with what has become of the “visitor’s center.” Just last fall, in an attempt to show my girlfriend what Walden looks like at sunset from above, a fucking state trooper screamed at … Continue reading →

In retrospect, the writing was on the wall. It was written in black light pen; invisible to the naked eye, but jaw-droppingly obvious when illuminated. As put by one of my colleagues during post-severance drinks, “If you didn’t see this coming, you shouldn’t be working in news.” So there’s that. Selfishly, this went about as … Continue reading →

On the three hour drive from Brooklyn to Providence on Saturday evening, I discovered a vital aspect of my personality, and possibly uncovered the greatest method of self discovery that the world is well aware of. When driving alone for more than an hour, a full spectrum of emotions reveal themselves. Everything feeling, every reaction becomes … Continue reading →

As the world waned stagnant, I worried my New York would have come in such a flash, only to be extinguished unceremoniously and all too quickly. Sometimes one day can change your trajectory and restore faith in self and possibility. By happenstance, or maybe a will to make it personally meaningful, the eleven year anniversary … Continue reading →