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Advice for the Modern Man: My Brother’s Keeper


Caring for an emotionally troubled friend is more than a one-man job. And despite your best efforts, when you shoulder that burden alone, you end up doing more harm than good — for both of you.

Why Do I Dread Sunday Nights?


My professional career path has zigged as much as it’s zagged. Manual labor, administrative inundations, soul-siphoning corporate bidding — my mishmashed resume is as coherent as a toddler’s cry for his sippy cup.

But last year I became a full-time contributor to three print magazines, which has been as rewarding as I’d hoped. For the first time in some time, going to work doesn’t feel like colonoscopy prep.

And yet, I still dread Sunday nights.