The other day I found myself thinking about Donald Trump, which troubled me. I’ve worked hard to arrange my life in such a way that I wouldn’t have to think about Donald Trump (and all the other Donald Trumps out there screaming for market share), and overall it’s worked pretty well. The Donalds of the World, I figured out early-on, are attention eaters; they need it, live on it; they’ll say anything to get it. In some very real way – maybe because we are what we eat - they

I’ve always preferred paper – I probably always will. For twenty years now I’ve written physical books, published essays in physical magazines and contributed occasional op-eds to physical newspapers. For fifteen years I contributed stories and essays to Harper’s Magazine, a publication I still admire. Times change. Needs change. Age exerts certain pressures. I find that there are things I want to say in these turbulent times – or at least think aloud about – that don’t