Bright Lights, Small City

I’ve had the joy of knowing some incredible people in my life. One of the gutsiest, most unique women I’ve known was at a...

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...