Unobstructed

Today's not off to a great start, so I skip my morning pages and try something different.

I was sitting in a local cafe and found myself tearing up.

When the timer went off, I couldn't resist saying "pencils down."

I'm fairly certain my neighbor's not a lunatic. And if they are, perhaps they're benign enough...

We teach boys to hide their shame, and then wonder why men struggle with loneliness.

I'm just focused on getting us there in time for sunset.

This is a pretty inconvenient intersection and the light just turned red.

It makes sense in my mind but... now I need to figure out how to explain it.

I could feel it when I opened the door.

I used to jump off these cliffs and into the water 60 feet below.

I’m watching myself perform on national television... this is WILD.

I'm going to tell you a secret.

We desperately need role models of healthy, secure masculinity. I can’t believe it’s controversial t...

I'm writing an email to a friend when I start to wonder if I actually sound like myself.

The sun finally shows up in full force, and I've been couch-bound for two days now.

Yesterday I encountered a river otter while running by the lake.

I'm eating lunch today when I get a taste of my own medicine.

Apparently, most people don’t think about their thinking quite like this.

You know that feeling where it seems like the world values something completely different than you d...

It was the sticker by the register that got me.

Today I turned 32 and I never expected to make it this far.

I'm staring intently at the lead guitarist. At least, at first.

Before I know it, I'm parsing 25 years worth of memories to find an answer.

I'm sitting in my reading chair by the window, evening light traipsing across the glass and then spi...

The sun's finally out.

I sat down to write this and couldn't.

I didn't want to believe it.

Hey, I’m Caleb. Welcome to my new column, Breaking Trail.

One of my favorite quotes comes from a movie it wasn't even supposed to be in.

I hadn't planned on staying up so late.

The notification said I'd been tagged in a post, which was intriguing at first.

Newsletters were intended to be roundups; short-form updates about the goings-on.

I hadn't planned on sitting down at my typewriter.

I recently started posting a monthly "what I'm up to" blurb on my personal website.