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by Ruby Comer Florence, Italy I feel like first-time explorer Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday—carefree and in love, as I scoot around Florence on my thrilling...

11.11.11. My war began that day by Nigel Bray What does that mean to most of us? Armistice, probably. The end of slaughter. Our boys, the ones...

Ruby's Rap by Ruby Comer Tuscany, Italy "Buongiorno!” greets my friendly server, Orietta, as I sit down for breakfast. Just steps away is an elaborate buffet,...

I need your help. I’m writing from Ghana, where every gay person is living in the closet. I’m married with kids. I recently had...

Dear Class of '68 Why I'm not attending my 50th reunion by Lewis Nightingale Dear Jim, Thanks for asking why I’m not coming to our 50th Reunion this...

Soon after I began writing for A&U last year, my editor informed me that I would also be, partly, responsible for promoting my own...

My life has been marked by traumatic events—homelessness, molestation, discrimination, rape, domestic violence, and child abuse. However, I never actually thought about how past...

Once upon a time there were many voices in Congress like Barney Frank’s: pertinent, blunt, outspoken. Tip O’Neill, Robert Byrd, Bob Dole, Hubert Humphrey,...

So, you want to be an HIV Activist… There are several things that you should be aware of or put in place so that you...

Left Field by Patricia Nell Warren Even though we know a bit more about this pathogen, questions about treatment still persist. In my last Left Field,...