Bright Lights, Small City

Even the most casual of encounters can speak volumes—volumes about how we see ourselves and how others perceive us. Being a gay man, as...

Don't Cry for Me I’ve had challenges, yes—but I don’t define myself as a victim by John Francis Leonard I’ve had an eventful life—who hasn’t? Modern life...

So often in life we strive to be something that we’re not. One of the great things about being a gay man is the...

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...