Timothy Snyder

It’s a pleasantly warm Sunday for February in Minneapolis. I’m sitting at the Starbucks on Excelsior (it’s a good one, if you’ve never been). The

Pulling my sweatshirt-sleeve over my palm, I begin to buff it away. I glance up, searching for a witty response to send back when I see a quote written on the gym wall in bright pink:

When you feel like quitting, that’s when you’re getting started.

Have you ever met someone for the first time, and they already knew who you are and what you do? It’s strange. You feel almost

The frozen air ripples from the heat of a passing bus. The sun drops below the trees and houses, and I notice a string of

There are these moments of change in life that you see coming at you. You prepare yourself. You think you’re ready. And then they arrive,

The beginning of our universe was dark and formless. There was no time or space or color. Just the cold, infinite black. Then, according to

(photo credit: Allan Foster) My family never owned a lot of movies growing up. We had The Lion King, of course. And I had my

I don’t know where my high school diploma is. I’ve spent the past ten minutes trying to remember if I actually got a physical diploma.