One Thing or Another: Shingle Bells

one-ting-treeIt’s always One Thing or Another … a lighthearted look at aging, life, and the absurdities of it all.

By Mark McNease

I don’t know what’s more excruciating, living through shingles or attempting to write a humor column about them. But since I consider laughter a true medicine, and a sense of humor vital to surviving this life, I’ll do my best to smile through the pain.

It seems appropriate to end my Year of Living Stressfully with a case of something we’re led to believe only strikes people over the age of 60. I celebrated my 58th birthday in October, so while I’m not that far from the mile marker beyond which shingles waits for one in every three of us, I still thought I was safe for a few more years. I obviously have not had the vaccine I see commercials for every hour or so (do our television sets know what products to market to us yet, the way websites do?). I also couldn’t tell you until now that I’d had chickenpox as a child. I don’t remember my childhood diseases, only its discomforts, which were many.


Twist Podcast #32: Shingle Bells, Bubble Nation, and Some (Almost) Year End Entertainment Picks

final-twist-logo-redo-2017Welcome to The Twist, America’s only clothing optional podcast. On this week’s show, co-hosts Rick Rose and Mark McNease offer up the Weekly Readlines; living in a bubble nation, and some (almost) year end music and movie picks.

Enjoy The Twist Podcast on iTunes, LibsynSoundCloud, Stitcher, and YouTube. Are you listening?

Audiobook Teaser and Cover Reveal for ‘Last Room at the Cliff’s Edge: A Detective Linda Mystery’

It’s here! The audiobook teaser for ‘Last Room at the Cliff’s Edge: A Detective Linda Mystery.’ Narrator Daniela Acitelli provides the perfect mix of calm and deadly in this first in the Detective Linda series. Look for the audiobook in late December on Audible, Amazon and iTunes. In the meantime, you can read this 5-star fan favorite in paperback or ebook. Be sure to check out my other audiobooks, including teasers HERE. And remember Murder makes the perfect stocking stuffer! 


Author Joe Cosentino Talks Audiobooks

Joe Cosentino

Author Joe Cosentino

By Mark McNease

It’s a pleasure to welcome back author Joe Cosentino, “the hardest working man in M/M romance” … and mysteries and novellas and, now, audiobooks! Joe currently has four audiobooks out, with more on the way. Audibooks are the fastest growing segment of the publishing world, and I wanted to get Joe’s take and experience on this increasingly popular way to enjoy our favorite books. (You can read previous interviews with Joe on his writing and life HERE and HERE.)

MM: Joe, thanks so much for finding time to answer a few more questions. You’ve got four audiobooks out now. Can you give us a quick rundown of the books they’re from?


Gay Travelers Magazine Interviews Tim Evanicki, National Tour Producer for ‘Naked Boys Singing’

naked-boys-singingCross-posted from lgbtSr, reprinted with permission from Gay Travelers Magazine

Naked Boys Singing
Six guys. Sixteen songs. No clothes!

By Steven Skelley and Thomas Routzong

Since 1998, people everywhere have been laughing and cheering their way through every moment of the off-Broadway hit Naked Boys Singing. Orlando, Florida producer Tim Evanicki is overseeing a national tour of the international hit musical revue.

We asked Tim Evanicki, Producer of Naked Boys Singing, about the show.


One Thing or Another: Heaven’s Diner

One Thing Logo FINALIt’s always One Thing or Another … a lighthearted look at aging, life, and the absurdities of it all.

Mark McNease

I recently read an article about New York City’s disappearing diner culture. The writer lamented the loss of a sense of community diners gave the city over many decades, falling victim now to ever-rising rents and changing tastes. (The concept of community that takes place outside a smartphone is apparently strange and foreign to many people today.)

This, one day after ending a visit to relatives by having breakfast in a Richmond, Virginia, diner. When we walked into the place I immediately looked around at the colors inside. The exterior, in black and red, had told me I could expect something exceptionally diner-ish. The booths were red and black, the tables yellow. The two waitresses were distinctly post-punk, with tattoos and neon hair. The crowd, as is usually the case in diners, consisted of people who knew each other from years of eating there. Only first names were necessary, if names were needed at all. And each of them – men, women and children – looked as if they’d enjoyed lives filled with grits and hash browns, without a single kale salad from cradle to grave. My kind of people.