Bright Lights, Small City

Too Young to Die Meet the new grief, same as the old grief by John Francis Leonard I thought I was immune to grief by now, but...

Tears & T Cells My diagnosis was a quiet bomb, but the aftershocks still resound by John Francis Leonard Well, as you know, I have your...

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...

John— I’m forty-eight when I’m writing this and I want to let you know a few things. Not a total rundown of everything that happens—your...

Here I am, back in my hometown for eight years now. I don’t regret the move, per se, but it has presented me with...

It all seemed to start one morning when I couldn’t walk the dog. It was a sudden attack of abject panic, a basic, visceral...

The Question We may be having sex, but are we getting the sex we want? by John Francis Leonard Well, I’ve finally managed to do it. After...

Full Circle Finally I had the courage to return to the city where I lost my friends by John Francis Leonard A few months ago I made...

You Can Lead a Horse to Water How do you help someone who just won't accept it? by John Francis Leonard In my July column, I told...

I'm Coming Out After the battles quieted, there was still the smoke by John Francis Leonard I’ve fought many a personal battle in the past fourteen or...