Forgotten: How To Be A Gentleman?

Forgotten: How To Be A Gentleman?

What I see out there of this is so many apparently smug men actually with nothing about which to be smug, and I cringe in embarrassment as a man reading the garbage such men post...

I Am Not A Killer

I Am Not A Killer

I am NOT deciding "Character A" will die, but merely state if we are witnessing "Character A" die.

The Dinner Date: Does The Man Still Pay?

The Dinner Date: Does The Man Still Pay?

I cannot get over how evidently "challenged" by her opinions numbers of the male commenters are. Is what she is saying ACTUALLY that much of a SHOCKER?

“Murderers,” “Thugs,” And “Cads,” v. “Gentlemen”

“Murderers,” “Thugs,” And “Cads,” v. “Gentlemen”

Allow me, as a man (and historian), please to offer the following thoughts...

“I just didn’t want to be alive any more”

“I just didn’t want to be alive any more”

Nothing in that "interview" with the duchess was more upsetting, I felt, really, than her stating she had wished not to live any longer.

Awakenings

Awakenings

When I get into what I am writing, the problems of the current real world outside… disappear from my thoughts for a few hours. I hope in that way the books provide a similar escape for any reader.

Romance By The Numbers?

Romance By The Numbers?

Ernest Hemingway’s 1928 comment “Write what you know” (although he did not word it precisely that way) remains the single best piece of writing advice overall I think I have ever encountered.

Sex And Sensitivity

Sex And Sensitivity

Often sex finds itself treated as a subject that can somehow be seen in isolation. It is as if sex is somehow something that happens in a separate sphere and is unnecessary to a story despite the act itself being possibly life-altering.

Half A Decade Ago

Half A Decade Ago

I took a moment to be alone with her: I kissed her now lifeless forehead, and paused as I thought briefly on how while her troubles were mercifully over our lives going forward would never be the same...

PUBLISHED: A Free Short Story (Part II)

PUBLISHED: A Free Short Story (Part II)

And now, here is Part 2...

PUBLISHED: A Free Short Story (Part 1)

PUBLISHED: A Free Short Story (Part 1)

We should not be afraid to talk to each other when we travel...

Farewells In This Time Of Covid

Farewells In This Time Of Covid

At her father’s funeral, my wife could not hug her own mother.

All Of Us Together (Even If Apart)

All Of Us Together (Even If Apart)

No one is an island, and suddenly many of us feel like castaways: marooned and alone.

He Was 89

He Was 89

Aged 89, my father-in-law died unexpectedly early Monday morning (nothing to do with the stupid virus insofar as we know) at his home here in London.

“Close Friends”

“Close Friends”

When he read my first two novels (he did not live to read the third) and saw "himself" (including my fictionalizing "a crush" he had had on a girl friend of mine), he revealed to me that he thought it was hilarious and was even touched.