The Minimalists

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…

A friend emailed me to express the buyer’s remorse he experienced after purchasing an expensive watch…

Almost everyone has a noggin filled with great ideas…

I often feel unworthy. I face this feeling when I write about serious topics…

The best coffeehouse in the United States isn’t located in Seattle, Portland, New York City, or any of the usual suspects…

So I guess this is what it feels like to no longer worry about money…

You know that dream when you’re buck naked at school? It’s terrifying, isn’t it? Everything’s unsheltered, out in the open, nude…

Risk is terrifying. Many of us associate risk with failure, failure with pain. Yet we’re told we must take plenty of risks to succeed. Thus, success must be painful, right? Not necessarily…

If the best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup, then something’s wrong…

The ghosts of desperation and lust and envy hide in the shadow of our yearning…

We all want to make good choices, the correct selection, the most righteous decision…