A Few Good Men

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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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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My Dissociation Disorder

This isn’t happening. This isn’t real. I’m not here. (Cue heaving breathing) This feeling is horrifying, every morning it’s a dance...

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How to Lose All of Your Friends in 5 Minutes

So how does one lose all their friends in 5 minutes? Well, it’s not that hard actually. Just tell them the truth, that’s it. But please...

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Trump will Bankrupt the Angry White Man’s America

During the Republican primaries, Angry White Men flocked to Trump’s side with Viagra-like energy. He found his compadres, who just...

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The Messenger

Brian Gardner parked the BMW in the empty lot. He had never come to the park this late to run but Professor Davis insisted on seeing him...

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Bumper Sticker Philosophies: America’s Automobile Dialogue

“Come on, seriously! No one cares about your honor student child!” I shout this out loud to myself every time I’m driving and see one...

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Promises in the Dark

As OMD still sings about hopes and dreams and the ephemeral light of summer fades I know my love for you never will Oh baby those nights we...

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Are You Armed and Ready to Vote?

OK, in light of where we are at in this country right now, let me dispense with the niceties. If you are a woman in 2016 America, there are...

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’89

In a picture that dates back to 89’, my mother holds me close, my brother as well. She cradles us on top of a bar stool, points at the...

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The Raw Journey: Rejection at Birth

What is this place?  It’s so dark in here. Where am I?  I can’t move. Am I trapped? I feel confined. I glanced around, swiftly trying...

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Damaged Goods

I am damaged goods. I am forever broken. I am beyond repair. That is my excuse. I have not known innocence. My parents were self-absorbed....

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Can I see California? (Once before I die)

I must see California before I die. This is not an option for myself. I would walk the 3000 miles upon nails and razors only to see the...

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Why Men Secretly Fear Women

naked before me your body and my fears as your touch delivers me to you unleashing an animal passion that engulfs and inspires the stirring...

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Immigrant song: A Frenchman’s Moody Pipe Dream

1976. I am 6 I have 2 mothers, 2 fathers, 3 sisters. Bernadette is my fairy godmother mom, my nanny during the day. She loves me like she...

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