Personal essay: 20 homes in 20 years

The bright blue-paneled house on the corner was the most memorable of my childhood homes. I remember watching rats dance across the wall air- conditioner cord, and I’d look at their silhouettes in the darkness and pretend they were ballerinas. Ballerina rats seemed less scary. The blue house is where I learned not to be…

I am brand: Achieving success online

My name is Max Knoblauch and I don’t have a personal brand. This is a problem. In the digital age, having a “personal brand” online is about as necessary as being literate — or at least it seems that way. The term itself is inescapable. It’s been a central focus of every journalism course I’ve…

Personal essay: Shaken to faith

Blood-filled tubes snaked down my neck and across my body when I awoke in a hospital bed one Sunday evening. Nurses and family members stood by my bedside. I felt like an 8-year-old Frankenstein’s monster. But I wasn’t a monster. I was a little boy with Type 1 diabetes. Coughing and vomiting about a month earlier, I…