In the late ‘80s, into the ‘90s, at the height of the AIDS epidemic, I volunteered at Chris Brownlie AIDS hospice. AZT was just emerging and there were no cocktails available to keep the Beast at bay. Back then, AIDS and HIV diagnoses were tantamount to a death...

The idea of a “friend” is loosely tossed around these days. When someone says, “Let’s just be friends,” that means a lot more than, “Let’s not be lovers any more.” To me, it means that they want to share something with me that is sacred, safe and respectful. But...

The past few months have been filled with so many new twists and turns, it leaves me breathless as I think back. I took on the task of self-publishing my memoir partially to avoid certain miseries like rejection, (I had no interest in facing the kinds of cruel...

I woke up this morning and I felt paralyzed. Why? I wondered. I finished my memoir, I self-published it and now I’m marketing it: submitting it for reviews, sending emails, posting on social media. All the things one is supposed to do to market a book these days. But...

I employ a couple of really smart guys, both younger than me, who help me maneuver the ever changing Internet, regarding email servers, web site hosts, domain names, operating systems, and other things too technical and confusing for my baby boomer brain. I count on...

When I began writing for a living several decades ago, publishing your own book was considered a last resort. Something you did after exhausting all other dignified possibilities. There were a spattering of companies to choose from that all carried the pejorative term...