Differentiating between bravery and logic — 30 years ago, and today

It’s been a year since I came out to my parents and got rejected — nothing to be proud of.

Time turns ugly demons into tolerable imps

My Saturday afternoon played like a movie matinee. Not a whole movie, mind you — just a trailer, a preview.

I had to stop caring what she thought before I could understand what Mom had given me.

Each one of them has induced eye-opening self-talk about mortality — of my own, and my close ones.

“hey sorry i haven’t returned your texts. i’ve been in a really bad place recently (denver).” — @kassoysauce

There is a bone-deep exhaustion wrought by living in a world that doesn’t fit, and never will.

When my daughter died, I clung tightly to her things. After my neighbor’s foreclosure, I began to let go of them.