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Author Archives: Jeff Nishball
Live by the list, die by the list. And now Jeff Nishball is brushing up his holiday list. Continue reading
The floors, in particular the flooring, that is enough to drive (nearly) a wedge between Jeff Nishball and his boyfriend…
A man was killed last Friday night. A gay man in the West Village. Jeff Nishball writes about Mark Carson’s murder and the state of homophobia today.
Jeff Nishball takes on grammar, friends, and parents — not to mention dangling prepositions, absolutes made more absolute, homonyms, and pronunciations.
In which Jeff Nishball turns into a germaphobe. The sort who tries to discern a sniffle before accepting a kiss. Or a handshake. Or a hello.
Into the closet to clean out demons, Jeff Nishball realizes that his hoarding goes deeper than his cupboards