Thanksgiving Day


Sunset at Provincetown, MA – November 23, 2016 

Somehow the tradition of thanksgiving, with the abundance of food, plates heaped full of food, a myriad of deserts, and that stuffed slick feeling later, has always seemed to me a very strange tradition.  It is not that I do not like all the wonderful foods.  Some of my favorite food traditions are at thanksgiving.  It is just the abundance and “consuming mass quantities of food” that always seemed over the top to me.
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What A Difference A Year (and a few months) Makes

This Fall my son went off to college, and this weekend is parents weekend, where all the families come up to the University to visit.  When I think back to the summer of 2013 when my wife and I separated, and the painful months leading up to my moving out of our home of 14 years into my own apartment, I marvel at how far we have come.  Continue reading

Gay Resort Triptych

I don’t think gay resorts are what they once were, including Rehoboth. Rehoboth Beach is lovely. The downtown is filled with thousands of families on a summer day. The gay section of the beach is gay, but other then a lot of built (and not so built) guys in smaller bathing suits, there is not much difference. It is all very tame. Continue reading

Go Big Or Go Home

The other night I was in Washington D.C. walking from 14 street down U street to the Dupont Circle Metro. I passed two men walking down the street holding hands. It warmed my heart. And then it immediately dawned on me how far I had truly come. There was a time not too long ago when I would cringe seeing men holding hands. It would make me very uncomfortable. Continue reading

Thoughts on Dating

One of the surprises in coming out in my mid-50s has been dating—It’s been a lot of fun. Before coming out I was worried that I would fail miserably at dating. I was worried that my dating skills were too rusty and that I would make a a fool of myself on a date with another man. I also thought that having been married to a woman would be a dating liability. None of this turned out to be true. I found out that I’m a good conversationalist. I’ve also learned that I have a way of making other people feel comfortable and at ease, all of which is a positive when on a date. Continue reading

Football and Me

Growing up, one of the reoccurring scenes that colored my sense of self was watching football at my uncle and aunts home. My uncle was my fathers only brother. Both men were accomplished, competitive, smart and reared in the manliness of the 1950s. To this day, when I remember standing in front of the large color TV in my uncles study, watching football, with the circle of men and my older male cousin, it brings back to me a feeling of fear and inferiority. There was a raw masculine energy tinged with anger and testosterone that surrounded the men as they watched the game. They would shout at the TV, yell at the referees or players, make all kinds of thrusting gestures with their hands and comment constantly about the game. They spoke a foreign language that I could not make sense of and their raw masculine energy frightened me. Continue reading