Author: Jim Mitchem

I am white. I am a male. I was born in the United States in the 1960s. I had nothing to do with any of these things. And yet, these things define me.

I never want any more than I need. And I swear to God this makes me feel like an outcast in America.

I love the movies. They’re an escape from a world that at times feels like it only wants to beat you down. Here are my Oscar takes for 2019.

One day in the near future, President Donald Trump will have an encounter with his maker. Only it won’t be like he expects.

You have a job. And that job is where you work. But, unless you’re a writer, how I work probably doesn’t look like work to you.

About 25 years ago I injured my back working UPS in NYC. I was in the physical prime of my life and pulled up lame schlepping what felt like car batteries up the steps of a brownstone in Riverside. It was a humbling experience, and one that cost me a potential career at UPS. I ended up with a couple of herniated discs way down in my lower spine. There were two options, physical therapy or surgery. I talked to…