Late Night Fire Drills

I saw Aunt Mary on Sunday. I sat on the edge of her bed in the nursing home, next to the wheelchair she has to ride in, despite the fact she can hold up her own feet when someone is pushing it. Half the time, her head was bent down against her chest, her eyes…

The women in my family have really been through it. I have seen them thrive and suffer, survive and succumb. I have seen them sacrifice. The older I’ve become, the more I have learned about the tough choices the women in my family have made. I come from a long line of incredibly strong women. This…

I read this story sitting in a New York hotel room back in March, and meant to share it then, but I kept putting it off until it finally got lost in browser Neverland. The other day, I remembered it and found it again, and, finally, I get to share it. There is something exceptionally brave in…

– OR – A Blog in Which I Share My Unsolicited Opinion While Complaining About Other People’s Opinions Busy. Busy. Busy. Lot of writing going on up in here. Which makes it hard to blog. More writing?, my mind thinks. You’ve written seven hours today. How about zoning out instead? Watch some Myka and HG. Look at…

Visibility does give rise to change. The more people who live open lives, the more people are forced to accept the fact that differences won’t go away just because they believe that everyone should be uniform, and, by uniform, of course, I mean exactly like them. Not only is Zachary Quinto coming out important as…