Oh the French always know how to do it.

I have to admit, being an avid fan of the sport,  these images make me want to rush out and buy a carton of smokes.

For some reason that wasn’t the intention of this French anti-smoking campaign. “Fumer c’est être l’esclave du tabac”, or  “Smoking, be a slave to tobacco,” is the caption under each photograph. Read the full story

I just received news that a friend and former work colleague from a couple of years ago has been diagnosed with stage IV ovarian cancer. Her name is Denise Holtby and I give you this information because as she begins her journey through cancer, the surgery, treatments, chemotherapy and everything else that goes along with having a catastrophic illness, she has decided to blog about it.

The news about Denise’s health crisis got me thinking about the fragility and randomness of life. I’ve known several people under the age of 50 who have been waylaid by cancer. One moment they are going about their young lives concentrating on career, relationships and minutia that is everyday life when they get “the news”.

As a gay man in his mid-40s, I’ve known more people who have been afflicted with cancer than AIDS. Read the full story