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Small town gay bar

The first Southern Indiana gay bar recently opened in New Albany. For many, it is a celebration.

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Reverie

With the recent Father’s Day, the loss of my dad comes into focus again. My dad died in November of 2000.

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Art for hunger’s sake

There was a time when my family was, for all useful purposes, destitute. During that time we ate a lot of tuna casserole and a lot of beans.

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Mortified

Recently I found myself watching the documentary “Mortified Nation,” based on the confessional reading series “Mortified.” People go on stage and read their diaries from mid

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Why I don’t celebrate Mother’s Day

When my son was born, I felt strange — not in love, not overjoyed. I was tired, doped up and empty where he once was growing.

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The Derby is contagious and outrageous

Growing up in Louisville, the Derby has always been a part of my life.

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I will not learn Klingon

I’ve admitted I’m a geek. After I broke down and attended my first con, I couldn’t deny it anymore. It has been a struggle.

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Puis-je partager vos biscuits?

Recently, I shared a story of growing up poor and learning to see my way out of poverty. When I wrote the piece, I was working with Dress for Success on a fundraiser.

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Stardate: Toddlerhood 001

I was under the impression that temper tantrums were delayed until at least 18 months of age, under the general jurisdiction of the Terrible 2s. How very wrong I have been.

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Dressed to impress

Derby is getting so near, I can smell it. It’s the time when Louisville cleans up its act and welcomes racing fans from around the world.