Category: Columns

As always, writing to you is categorically repugnant. So much so, that I need an anti-nausea pill to avoid puking on my laptop; which reminds me, I really should get a rubber keyboard cover.

Last week, my sister and I were at the surgical center waiting for the surgeon to finish our friend’s procedure. Even though he was in for something minor, we were overwhelmingly stressed, as he’d been

I lived abroad for a few years and have logged quite a bit of international travel. While going to school in Durham, England, it only took six months to decipher the Geordie accent. I celebrated

“Owen” was a dear friend from college. After graduation he moved back to New York and we stayed in touch for a while. He was the best pal a dame could have, massaging my lower back when I had cramps. I responded in kind by massaging his hands when he jerked off too much. We were each other’s wing person and study buddies. He was charismatic, kindhearted and funny.