Laundry Day
Shhhhh!
0 Comments · Wednesday, January 16, 2008
I step off the No. 18 bus at Eighth and Walnut streets downtown. This is the morning after New Year's Day, and there's snow on the ground. It's windy and cold as hell. I decide to go to the Main P
Crossing the Rhine
0 Comments · Wednesday, January 9, 2008
I've been happier lately -- busy, moving with a new kind of buoyancy. The windows on my new "mid-town" apartment face south, and when the sun comes out it looks light and airy and gives my soul a l
Smile
0 Comments · Wednesday, January 2, 2008
During the holidays, a friend and I went over to Cosmo's in Covington to have a few drinks. Crystal, our regular barmaid, has gotten to know me well enough to offer an honest observation. I notice
Living Out Loud: : Paybacks Are Hell
The old girlfriend encounter
0 Comments · Wednesday, December 19, 2007
(Excerpt from Larry Gross' work in progress, The Hurricane Cafe: a Novel) I got through the morning as best I could. Since I'll be out of town next week, I submitted another column to Greg. It's d
Living Out Loud: : Drug Choices
The same kind of freedom
0 Comments · Wednesday, December 12, 2007
I was walking up East Eighth Street a few afternoons ago, heading toward the main library to return some books. I got stopped by an older man who asked for a cigarette. He had on a baseball cap, an
Living Out Loud: : O Natalee, Where Art Thou?
Time to get out of Aruba
0 Comments · Wednesday, December 5, 2007
O Natalee, where art thou? Whatever. Two and a half years ago I cared a lot. Now, while I hope she's at peace and in a better place, I'm tired of the whole damn mess. When Natalee Holloway went m
Living Out Loud: : Trashing the Uniform
Leaving behind the white cul-de-sac
0 Comments · Wednesday, November 28, 2007
I grew up in Anderson Township. Our subdivision was bustling, clean and safe. Swing sets everywhere. Toddlers played in well-groomed yards. Each house had character, and all of my playmates were wh
Living Out Loud: : Protection
Father and Son
0 Comments · Tuesday, November 20, 2007
He's the parent of a teenager. His son plays football and is nearly finished with his sophomore year of high school. The son says football players get all the girls, and the father wants to believe
Living Out Loud: : Thinking of Patti Deutsch
An early morning downtown
0 Comments · Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Why actress Patti Deutsch came into my mind tonight -- and when I say tonight, I really mean at 2 in the morning -- I have no idea. Here I am sitting at my desk thinking of her. I'm at my desk beca
Living Out Loud: : Cigars, Zippos, Tonic Water and the Mute
A walk to the Garfield Market
0 Comments · Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Writing this column isn't always easy, especially when I can't think of anything to say. I'm having one of those days. Staring at a blank computer screen isn't helping, and I need to get my cat so
Living Out Loud: : A Place Among Friends
Allen's Barbershop
0 Comments · Wednesday, October 31, 2007
When my hair begins to resemble the mane of a deranged circus clown, my wife has to use a special machete to keep it under control. Her special machete is effective against high grass, jungle vine
Living Out Loud: : Love Will Keep Us Together
The father and his son
0 Comments · Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Difficult to watch and impossible to deal with, the situation came to an end for me last month. I said goodbye to the father and his son. It wasn't my idea to leave the consulting job I was
Living Out Loud: : 200, 5 Years and Going on 10
Something happens called life
0 Comments · Wednesday, October 17, 2007
This column is in the print edition of CityBeat twice a month; but when we first started out, we were a Web-only type of thing. Since you clicked on us here today, I want you to know you're reading
Living Out Loud: : That Cincinnati Vibe
When outsiders come to visit
0 Comments · Wednesday, October 10, 2007
I don't want any of you thinking I spend all my time hanging out at Madonna's on Seventh Street downtown. Maybe I do, but I don't want you thinking it. There I was again on a Friday afternoon, sho
Living Out Loud: : A Tale from the Hood
Examining a life in OTR
0 Comments · Wednesday, October 3, 2007
It was another depressing night. Once again, I was stuck at home changing another dirty diaper. I stared out of my cracked bedroom window and watched my life pass through the night. I live wit
