October 2012
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and those times you're better off alone
An essay, published by fwriction: review, about being down and out in New York. Also, cognac and disqualifying yourself from relationships. Read the full story here or click below.
There I was, twenty-seven and already feeling old, walking the streets in the summer swelter. It was the season of denim skirts and Bloody Mary’s. Girls stood in a line on Eighty-sixth Street, waiting for the...
July 2012
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seven scenes that prove i'm human
A short story published by Monkeybicycle. Read the full story here or click below.
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A few days before Noreen arrives, our manager, Matt, calls a meeting to explain: She’ll be in the office, he says, consulting. He mentions she’s from McSkinsey. As soon as I hear the word, I look around and notice everyone else is scanning the room, too, wondering if we’ll get picked off one at a time or all...
May 2012
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what a man can learn from getting hit on by men
An essay published by Nerve. Read the full story here or click below.
One: Don’t Skip Courtship
A man, we’ll call him Vincent, turned to me in the Barnes & Noble on Fifty-fourth Street. Late forties, a deep tan, silver hair greased straight back. He held out his iPhone and asked if I knew how to get to Greenwich, Connecticut, explained he was from Brazil and had a business...
March 2012
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What's with all the Ball-Grabbing, Head-Stepping,...
An essay published by the Good Men Project. Read the full story here or click below.
There’s a scene in the movie This is Spinal Tap that occurs after the band members receive criticism for the cover of their latest album, Smell the Glove. They’re unclear why their rival’s album cover is considered all right when theirs isn’t:
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David: Have you seen the cover?
Ian: No, I don’t think I...
February 2012
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A Sketch: Midtown, Two Corners
From the canopied doorway of Wollensky’s, he entered the April evening. It was just warm enough to leave his topcoat at home, and so he wore a navy three-piece suit, unmistakably bespoke, with lapels unlike any other—neither notch, nor peak—possessing an un-American elegance.
His face was dark and long and lined, with brown eyes set above plump bags of flesh that made one think of oyster meat....
January 2012
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Free Association: A Love Story (Or, How I Learned...
An essay published by the Good Men Project. Read the full story here or click below.
He spots her while backing from his parking space, rushing to catch up with a day he should’ve already started.
She is smiling, waving. Does he know her? Impossible. He would remember a face like that. Her ponytail swings with each step. She is suffused with a confidence that can be construed as warmth.
He...
