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  • All the Trimmings

    By on November 20, 2002

    I tend to forget, in the hustle-bustle thing called life, about the meaning and importance of days designated to reflect and honor and observe. Somehow...

  • Breast Wishes

    By on November 6, 2002

    I'm a few hours away, as I write this, from my first mammogram. It's a procedure I've been thinking about for years as a gay...

  • Ex Caliber

    By on October 23, 2002

         A giant ad in Monday's Washington Post -- it's a full page but somehow it looks bigger than the others -- touts an upcoming...

  • Home Sweet Home

    By on October 9, 2002

    War is hell -- especially when you're particularly fond of the enemy. No, I'm not talking about al Qaeda or Iraq. I mean the war...

  • Traversing the Big C

    By on September 25, 2002

         Ed is dying of pancreatic cancer. All year we've been getting e-mails about his diagnosis, then his prognosis, then his treatment progress, then his...

  • Stranger in a Straight Land

    By on September 4, 2002

    There we sat in a staff meeting, all twelve of us, listening to the vice president for operations talk about kitchen upkeep.      "Every bottom...

  • Auntie Establishment

    By on August 21, 2002

         The performance hall in my hometown is smaller than I remember it, but most things back there are. It's been at least 10 years...

  • And I Love Him

    By on July 3, 2002

         When my friends and I were in the ninth grade, the bass player for the band Duran Duran announced plans to get married. There...

  • Greetings

    By on May 4, 1994

    IMAGINE LOSING ONE'S CHILD. That's how the staff of Michael's Entertainment Weekly felt when, on April 11, 1994, the announcement came down from above that...