On this week’s Twist Podcast with co-hosts Rick Rose and Mark McNease: a look at the headlines, with deep dives into passing foods and youthful fancies, humor helps the medicine go down, and what’s so special about special rights?
Ann Aptaker’s Genuine Gold (Cantor Gold Crime Series Book 3) breaks the top 100 on Amazon’s LGBT mystery best seller list on release, look for swift climb up. Check out my interview with the author HERE.
New York, 1952. From the shadowy docks of Athens, Greece, to the elegance of a Fifth Avenue penthouse, to the neon glare of Coney Island, art smuggler Cantor Gold must track down an ancient artifact, elude thugs and killers, protect a beautiful woman who caters to Cantor’s deepest desires, and confront the honky-tonk past which formed her. Memories, murder, passion, and the terrible longing for her stolen love tangle in Cantor’s soul, threatening to tear her apart.
Well, the time finally came to move on to my other projects, especially the mysteries, podcast, and that pesky thing called making a living. Here’s a farewell email I sent to subscribers of lgbtSr.org …
Dear email subscribers: It’s been almost six years since I launched lgbtSr.org. As with all things, this too is passing. This is the final email I’ll be sending to subscribers to the site. All previous posts remain online, while the domain itself now points to a page at my personal website, MarkMcNease.com
Folks, it’s been almost six years since I launched the lgbtSr website. I’ll be posting very lightly here for the foreseeable future, any new columns or contributor’s articles that come in. It’s a time management issue. But our Facebook page, with over 4,100 fans, remains alive and active.
Hang in there! It’s going to be a bumpy ride with the new administration coming in. All hands on deck!
It’s always One Thing or Another … a lighthearted look at aging, life, and the absurdities of it all.
A funny thing happened on the way to despair: our oldest cat Jessica defied expectations and lived to meow another day. If you’ve ever had a pet diagnosed with a grave illness, you know the odds. You also know the futility of hope—they might get better with a daily pill, they’ll need some insanely expensive surgery you can’t afford, you’ll spend a few weeks or months believing they’ll recover, then you’ll cradle them in your arms in room #3 at the vet’s office waiting for a syringe of Permanent Sleepytime. More