I was born in Santa Barbara, California — gorgeous, clean, sunny Santa Barbara. Eight years ago, I bought a home in Kensington, a notoriously poor and drug-ridden section of Philadelphia. For the first few years I lived here, trash would rain into my backyard from neighboring rooftops (cereal boxes…

Finding out what we’re enslaved to can be hard. Recently, I’ve been reflecting on how entertainment has held me in bondage. I doubt that I’m alone in this. I think many of us find ourselves just wanting to zone out, heat up some leftovers…