Having the discussion
After my suicide attempt last October I made a choice, and that was not to keep it a secret. Only one person –…
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Mama’s day
Mama died five Aprils ago. I still wonder a little if she arranged her demise so close to Mother’s Day just to spite…
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The end of a chapter
Aboard the TGV to Paris I could exhale a little. After the morning’s frenzy and the schlepping of my five bags onto the…
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Farewell, Fitou
The time came for me to go home. After 85 nights in the so-called Yellow Apartment that I had found on Roomorama I…
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The bar tabac and my Norwegians
There is a French institution called the bar tabac. It exists in the smallest villages, such as Fitou, and the largest cities, such…
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A very interesting man I knew
It was the spring of 1996 and I was selling men’s shoes at Saks Fifth Avenue in Chicago. The suit department was next…
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Skippy the Wonder Dog
When I was a little boy in Houston a cat and a dog lived with us. Lickie the cat was jet black and…
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