Category: Manhood

This will be a grumble on my neighbor and the quest to find a name for the readers here. If you like structure and a clear direction you

Last week was a bit somber. We plunged into this dark cloud of post-election violence so this week we can get into something light, something fun. A pine-cone

She calls to protest that you never call her unless you’re doing it to tell her to come over to your house. It takes you aback because it’s

I’m reading this book by Jenny Han titled, “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before” because I’m a guy and like most guys I have this pulsing need

I saw my old man cry once. It was my grandpa’s funeral. I was part of the six pallbearers. Three on each side of the coffin. I remember

Bachelorhood is as treacherous as it is exciting. Sometimes I stagger into my bachelor pad late in the evening, whistling, a paper bag of supper in hand and

It starts with a date. You see her approaching, she’s in a pink, racy minidress that exposes most of her smooth, young skin and accentuates her best assets.

Life sometimes astonishes you, chaps are usually the ones calling girls in the wee hours of the night looking to get inside their knickers. It feels adhoc when