How did a 50-year-old get addicted to Fortnite? I made it eight weeks into this never-ending, pandemic self-isolation hell before I had to find something, anything, to distract me from social media and whatever awful thing “President” Little Finger had done lately. Did I learn a new language? No. On…

Travel writing is dead – long live travel writing I recently turned 50 years old. That’s right, I made it. Now that I’ve reached AARP eligibility, I feel I’ve earned the gravitas to espouse the old adage, exclusively disseminated by old people, that with age comes a practical wisdom that…