If you thought there was any reality in which Trump supporters would accept their candidate’s defeat like grownups and move on, then you’re perhaps as delusional as they are. Joe Biden has now flipped five states — to Donald Trump’s zero — and is leading the popular vote by over…

It’s less than three weeks til election day, and here in this home stretch, I’ve noticed a troubling pattern: An uptick in social media posts attacking Biden from the left. These post might be memes, videos, articles, or comments. Most of them convey, either explicitly or implicitly, that Biden would…

This piece originally appeared in The Racket. We live in places where man has encroached upon the natural world, and so we vacationed in a cabin, way at the end of a dirt path that the neighboring brush had almost finished reclaiming. The flora under the deck sprouted up between…

This story originally appeared in Humana Obscura in September 2020. We entered Plumas County surrounded by the charred remains of trees that had perished in the Camp Fire two years earlier. They flanked the road, gnarled and anguished, preserved in their death-pose like the victims of Pompei. That ancient disaster…

I think it’s time for me to interrogate the embarrassment I feel over my teenage nu-metal phase. If you’re not familiar, nu-metal was basically a rock sub-genre that consisted of all the dark viscousness of heavy metal, absent most of the musical ability, plus all the angst of Kurt Cobain…

On the heels of six months of mass sickness and death, the federal government’s wholly insufficient mitigation of an economic crisis, naked police brutality and an excessive police response to protests against it, and big swath of a population that can’t shoulder the burden of even the slightest sacrifice in…

House of Prime Rib in San Francisco captures the urban steakhouse aesthetic to a tee. You walk in and are greeted with low lighting, tones of oak and red, suited staff, and white tablecloth. The decor is formal, but not overstated; rather than anything ostentatious, the goal here is simply…

At some point, almost every day, I’ll whip my phone out of my pocket — one of the countless times we all do this within any given one-hour span — and open the screen to an alert that my battery charge has fallen below twenty percent. This triggers the same…