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Journal Entry December 27, 1977

After midnight I left Diana and hitchhiked to Milton. I refused two men wanting sex. I walked across the Blue Hills in the dead of night and arrived in my suburban neighborhood after 2am. Only my parents’ bedroom light shone on our street. I crept upstairs to my mother’s bedroom. My father was snoring hard […]

THE PRESENCE OF THE GONE by Peter Nolan Smith

Boston is a four-hour bus ride from New York. My brothers and sisters lived in the southern suburbs of my old hometown. After my return from overseas in September I called several times to arrange visits, but my father’s death in 2010 disconnected our present paths from the routes of the past. We are still […]

BRING ON THE REVOLUTION by Peter Nolan Smith

Last week I went out to eat with my nephews and their parents at a Mexican restaurant on Okochobee Boulevard in west Palm Beach. The conversation gravitated to sports; baseball for Trey, golf for Reese, and basketball for their father and me. Their mother was happy to be left in peace. After dinner we stepped […]

FREEBIRD INDEED by Peter Nolan Smith

Throughout 1994 the doctors at Boston’s Beth Israel spoke about turning the corner on AIDS and in January my youngest brother had made enough of a comeback for me to contemplate taking a West Coast job offer. “We’re opening a Milk Bar in Beverly Hills.” The original club in New York had been a success […]

The Diet Of Fools

My mother thought that you weren’t really sick unless there was blood. Aches, fevers, and high temperatures were normal occurrences for children and I didn’t miss a day of school from 1959 to 1966, despite twice suffering from extreme cases of poison ivy. If she was in charge of Health Care in America, the budget […]