Me and my prostate: Checkin’ in

Enemies of Reading | May 25th, 2017 | 5 Comments

by Hugh Gilmore Folks who know me, but haven’t seen me lately, are surprised when we meet by how “good” I look. I guess they expected me to wear my illness more outwardly. Perhaps they expected me to look shriveled, or gaunt. But I’m not. Or, not yet. My cheeks remain rosé red (sometimes tomato […]

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Prostrated, Part 5: Mamma Mia!

Enemies of Reading | January 11th, 2017 | Leave a comment

by Hugh Gilmore Back in September, in a more innocent time, I ordered two tickets for a Christmas holiday matinee of the ABBA jukebox musical, “Mamma Mia!” The date coincided with the anniversary of my marriage to my life-partner, Janet. We’d sit in the first balcony row at the Merriam Theater. Going to see the […]

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