The Minimalists

We are driving through Mississippi, a bag of Florida-grown oranges still sits perched in the back seat…

Colleen and I are driving west, enveloped by sprawling cornfields on both sides of this two-lane county road…

It’s 2 a.m. and I’m hemming and hacking in a nondescript motel room somewhere in rural Georgia…

Stan Dukes lived until he died. He truly lived, not like most of us who walk through life like it’s a dress rehearsal…

You never know you’re about to crash. Until it’s too late…

I’m standing outside one my favorite places on earth…

Success is not always self-evident; or rather, failure sometimes wields the shiny facade of success…

When I walked away from a successful career three years ago, you thought I was crazy…

Recently, a friend of mine stood in her local grocer’s checkout line, fumbling with her wallet’s zipper, preparing to make an impulse purchase…

We all know we would benefit from living in the moment. And yet, too often, we peer forward, planning for some distant future…

I’m standing half-nude in front of a full-length mirror pinching and poking at my midsection…

The other day at my office in Missoula, as I waved goodbye to the FedEx driver, I surprised myself when, out of nowhere, I hollered “take it simple”…

I tend to avoid Sale Price whenever I can, opting instead to pay Full Price because…

There weren’t any tears during my most recent breakup. No possessions strew across the lawn. No passive aggression. No yelling or fighting or angry text messages…

I am standing on a street corner in downtown Fargo, holding a pay phone receiver to my ear…