Somewhere around 1994, my dad got my mom a toilet seat for Christmas. To be fair, it was a good one, made of oak. A designer toilet seat, if you will. But for the Hedenberg family, that was the gift heard round the world. My father is generous and giving and always has been. Each …
I showed a movie to my journalism class the other day, and in one scene a reporter keeps getting a busy signal while trying to call a source. “What’s that noise that keeps happening on the phone?” one of my cherubic freshmen asked. I paused the film. “Huh?” “That beeping. He keeps calling and the …
I Don't Belong Here. 