The Land of the Misplaced Apostrophe's

Ten and a half years ago, I graduated naturopathic school. Great job, congratulations, here's your diploma, now get back to work and stu...

Is it "in vino veritas," or is it that alcohol overly amplifies emotions? Because at this moment, I'm leaning toward the latte...

A FB friend I met in Provincetown this summer just griped about how, for the millionth time, he and his husband were accused of being twins,...

A glimpse into the music-obsessed world of mine. I, riddled with ADHD (not diagnosed, not really ADHD...just sayin') read music reviews ...

Some albums you just don't need to own, because...well, everyone out there seems to own it, and you can just listen to their copy. At le...

Random comments about last night: When a new gayby (young, either newly-out or new to the scene gay man) says he has not seen The Sound o...

I went to a Lutheran college in small town Minnesota renowned, quite honestly, the world over for its music department. The choirs, orchestr...

I woke up this morning to a FB post wherein someone referred to an article and erroneously concluded that because he didn't contribute t...

Leonard Cohen penned this old chestnut back in the '80s, and indulged his nascent love for synthesizers while recording it. The results ...

The newest religion has nothing to do with some supernatural, omnipotent and omniscient being. No God, no Tao, no Jesus, no Buddha, no Allah...