The American school system is no stranger to harsh criticism. And at the end of this school year, the most anticlimactic to date, I'm left wondering what we are actually asking students to come to school for, and whether that still makes sense to them, to their generation.

There is a very specific thing the vast majority of the world wants, and the sophisticated word for it is reconciliation.

It happened to you not long ago: A friend you haven't seen in entirely too long was up and at it, ready to make plans. You talked to them for a while. You found a time and place that agreed with both of your schedules. They were so excited, and you were too - you've been missing each other deeply. The days passed, and there was a small voice in the back of your head that you ignored; one that said "They're going to flake. They always do." Sure enough... How about this: Work t

There's another kind of tragedy here, one that takes place on an individual level - the same one I find myself grappling with at this very moment. Why must I wait to hear what my chosen media outlet says about this - or anything, for that matter - before I can form my own opinion?

On the way home from work today, I had a moment of realization: it's been at least a decade since I can remember first complaining about how much of my time social media takes up. I tweeted about it, back then. Something along the lines of "Can't wait to go on the Explore page on Instagram and watch the next three hours of my life disappear!!!" They had recently introduced an "infinite scrolling" model. That tweet touts obvious sarcasm, but unfortunate truth, even in 2015. I

And the solution is going to start with some tough, tough love.

It's interesting when signs and signals show up again and again. I often seek them out, but I'm realizing lately that when we actually...

We're all a little worried, right? I walk out to my backyard every morning in early July and notice that, yet again, an entire day and...