A Few Good Men

Seeking Full-Time Depression

I am seeking a confidant, a loser like me. My pre-requisites are simple. I desire a lack of ambition. I am looking for self-loathing. This...

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Do Not Read Until 2037: A Letter to my Future Self

Well, hello there old geezer! I hope you’re somewhat sane and still alive 20 years from now so you can fully absorb every word of this...

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Our Forever Flowers

fearsome orgasmic blooms in a jealous world deceptive fragility of steely petals and stems roots entwined with the hopes of childhood...

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7 Things That Will Help You Survive The Trump Era

As I am writing this, we are, as a nation, now well entrenched in the national nightmare and international embarrassment otherwise known as...

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Walk, Don’t Ride: A Sober Message From Prison

I didn’t have a problem. I did have a problem, but it wasn’t a bad one. Alright, it was bad. But… Okay, no buts, I was...

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You’re Hired! Welcome to the World of Live-Cam Modeling!

It’s not very often I have time to lounge around the house. Recently, however, my wife was out of town and I was privileged to enjoy an...

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My Non-Television Mother and Me: The Apology

Part 3 of a 3 part series. After interviewing my mother, reading through the archives of my memoirs, taking note of the dark memories that...

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Beyond the Finish Line

Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within,...

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Under These Stars

under these stars life is hard pervasive illusions defeated demon delusions reappear and sear inferiority complex as I flex I resist and...

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Secrets Between Sisters

“Don’t worry Beth. Your secret is safe with me. No one ever will ever find out what happened back then. We are the last two who know,...

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The Fencing War

When I hear the term passive-aggressive, I immediately think of my wife. Don’t get me wrong; she’s not callous, cruel or...

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My Non-Television Mother and Me: The Interview

Read Part 1 here.  Part 2 of a 3 part series In an attempt to understand my mother a little better, I asked her a couple of questions that...

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You are the Star of Trade Town, Davey!

Me at nine years old: “Look! It’s a brand new 1975 AMC Pacer! Isn’t it groovy? I got the keys. Wanna take it for a ride?”...

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Wild Side

Two nocturnal rebels in the ephemeral 2 AM stillness drinking the moment against the backdrop of evaporation street lights trickling...

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French Faux-pas: Valentine’s Day, Crockery, Louboutin, and a Priceless Smile

I once made the faux-pas to surprise my lovely wife with a state-of-the-art crockpot for Valentine’s Day. (That was last week.) I...

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My Non-Television Mother and Me

Part 1 My mother is not a mother to me like a television mother. She’s more like a friend, a friend of a friend even. She’s the...

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The Resistance

these are the times that try men’s souls indeed I tell myself just keep calm and breathe and resist, resist, resist these are the...

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100 Years from Yesterday

Imagine what today’s world would be like If the Suffragettes had been three million strong? 100 years from yesterday Fewer men...

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And I Love Her

a brave new year dawns amidst a clown led misogynistic circus and there are words that need to be spoken so let me not mumble or remain...

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January Flashback: French Savoir with Patrice Bisiot

This entry is part 6 of 12 in the series: January Flashback January Flashback: Originally published on FC, September 2014 As a celebrity...

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If this Temporary Life

if this temporary life I call my own requires a realization that it could end at any moment if it means nothing more than a breaking of the...

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The Presidential Campaign of 2016 & the Siege of Boston

“Look at what I see in front of me.” It was the mid-eighties. After a stint on an Israeli kibbutz, followed by some quality time with...

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I am America

I am America and I am bold and diverse and all the colors of the human rainbow I am America and I wear a hajib a Star of David a cross and...

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Muslim Time

This would soon be over praise Allah. It had been quite the ordeal for him and his family ever since he and his daughter had built that...

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I Feel Pretty with Makeup On

I haven’t felt comfortable in my skin since I was a teenager. And this is odd to me, because when I was a teenager, I was disgusted by my...

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Sometimes, A Man Still Needs His Mom

“…a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.” – Ephesians 5:31...

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