Life in the Slow Lane

"There are no good options here," the surgeon said, confirming what I had just figured out, the realization snaking its way into my mind and body.

I've never been one for sitting still...

I live in a communal house in downtown Boston, on the city's historic Beacon Hill.

Back in the fall of 2021, after almost two years of living in Covid-induced isolation, hunkered down in my one-bedroom apartment with only my cat and my TV for company, I moved into a 20-resident communal house in downtown Boston.

I was lying on a gurney at Massachusetts General Hospital, my stomach gurgling and growling after two days with virtually no food...

Growing up in my Eastern-European Jewish family, I was the son with the "good hair," thick and wavy like my mother's.

Over Memorial Day weekend, I found myself sitting in the Great Room in the lodge at Easton Mountain, a retreat center for gay men in the wilds of Upstate New York.