“I am somebody too! I feel that strength in me. Comfort, my father’s money, family, hometown, I will leave it all behind. What I am destined to conquer I do not know yet. But I know that one day I will come back, crowned with glory.” Osman Lins from “Nine,

I am currently in therapy twice a week. My therapist is using a psychological modality called EMDR to help treat me. How EMDR works is, I put on headphones that play an alternating beeping sound in each ear. The beeping sound is slow, rhythmical and reminds me of a

1) eat more walnuts and pistachios

2) impregnate wife (with her consent, of course)

3) work on overcoming anxiety

4) buy new underwear

5) recycle and compost most of my waste

6) recite a daily mantra

7) build something

8. spend more time with birds

9) spend less time on-line

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I steal grapefruits. There, I said it. I am not proud of this confession, but I understand that we all must compromise our integrity from time to time depending on the circumstances we find ourselves in. Survival demands martyrdom from us all and I want it to be

When I was a child I enjoyed sticking my penis into the Thanksgiving turkey. It was not a political statement or an act of derision upon my family and friends – it was simply a biological necessity. At that point in my life the sexual tension had built up so

“Better late than never,” my Bubi always used to say but I think “better never than late,” sometimes. Going through puberty at the age of thirty-eight is not easy on a grown man- it takes

I have a rather embarrassing confession to make, one that I hope you will not hold against me. I enjoy riding my bike into piles of leaves. I often ride my bike around town so that I can digest some fresh air into

I have decided to take my writing career to its next logical level. After much pondering and consideration- I feel this to be an important and decisive move in the right direction. Over the years I have noticed that most successful authors have “Meet The Author” events where fans

I decided to open the bird-cage and let my two yellow parakeets fly freely around the room. After spending so much time confined in their cage I thought this would be a delectable treat. I did not want to help them out- but rather gave them the autonomy to come

There are legs all around me. Legs on bikes, legs on feet, legs in chairs and legs in the grass. Everywhere I look- young legs, middle-aged legs and a few old aged legs. An abundance of legs. Legs in skirts, legs under dresses, legs in shorts and legs in tight

Where do the words go? Do the ideas come before the words or do the words give birth to ideas? Whatever the