A moral compass that maps True North at the intersection of judgment and discrimination is not the one I choose to help me navigate my journey.
Love is love.
And as Forrest Gump so famously stated, “That’s all I have to say about that.”
A moral compass that maps True North at the intersection of judgment and discrimination is not the one I choose to help me navigate my journey.
Love is love.
And as Forrest Gump so famously stated, “That’s all I have to say about that.”
When I was younger, I believed a family was easy to define: A mother, a father, the children, a pet or two. I spent most of my life building that kind of family—the kind that had been modeled to me, the kind that I read about in my beloved books.
In this forced season of unemployment (300+ applications and not one interview. Seriously.), I have finally learned to slow down a bit. I spend long days writing my memoir and working on my next book. It is a luxury I’ve never had.
Dear Diary, As most of you know, I lost my beloved mom two years ago. A year after that, I lost my only sister. And