Parting Glances: All A Matter Of Perspective
My friend Jon Strand is a pointillist artist. His art consists of near-micro dots of ink coloration, layer upon layer upon layer. It's no exaggeration that Jon [...]
Parting Glances: Billboards For Caitlyn J
Two months ago it was a Caitlyn Jenner's transgender media triumph presented by Vanity Fair magazine. High fashion photos – public, private, family commentary, [...]
Parting Glances: Pitwool, Peter Is 7
He lives with his mommy, Wanda Jean Buttercup. His daddy, Darnell Prince Pitwool. And a dog named Nebuchadnezzar. Nezzar, for short. Peter's home schooled. [...]
Parting Glances: Gay Divorcees, Anyone?
Human nature being what it is – and sometimes mostly what it isn't – those who marry in haste, straight or gay, usually repent at leisure by visiting an [...]
Parting Glances: Five Thousand States Of No Return
My favorite coming out story concerns a computer hacker — actually a brilliant graphic designer of science texts — named Dennis. We chanced to meet at Motor [...]
Parting Glances: Anita, Who? OJ Cheers!
When I was a kid, my mother would dose me with castor oil for what she perceived as alimentary crankiness on my part. This extract of the humble castor bean [...]
Parting Glances: Other Voices, Other Back Rooms
For over 50 years Life magazine informed Americans about what was happening here and abroad. Photos and content were dramatic. Mostly conservative. [...]
Parting Glances: Your Wrinkle Room, Or Mine
There's nothing quite as ho-ho-hum as other people's sex lives. Unless, of course, they're young, pretty, age legal and available of their own good-natured [...]
Parting Glances: Hare Today, Gone Tomorrow
"Your problems can be solved with this box of amazing cure-alls," hooty hooted Exodus P. Barn Owl, Q.D., shoving a package of Miracle Elastics, Assorted [...]
Parting Glances: Pass Me A Mantra, Mary!
I have a friend who meditates 20 minutes morning; 20 minutes, evening. He's been at it for 30 years. Not that it's done him a lick of good. He drives waiters [...]
Parting Glances: Encounter With Someone 'Special'
It's been 60 years since I last saw the young man who sits across from me. He has, at 19, what a friend calls "the poetry of youth." An eager freshness that's [...]
Parting Glances: Looking Bassakwards (Pt. 4 of 4)
As a teenager I learned the lay of the land from word-of-mouth sharing from those who had navigated Detroit's watering holes years before me. I did however [...]
