The most cunning part of our violations is when our skeletons hold a bony finger to their mouths and whisper…Shhhh.
We are the hippies, the junkies, the questioners, the rabble rousers. We are the queer kids, the misfits and losers. We are the ghosts in the woods and we are searching for what was lost.
In Kindergarten, I sat across from Fritz Cornell. I liked his face. I liked it differently than I liked […]
I fell in love. It happened in just 3 days and lasted 8 months. At first, I was […]
The truth will set you free. But sometimes the truth is painful.
At this very moment, I’m sitting in an empty house. It’s my new beginning that is filled with fear and what-ifs and what-the-hell-just-happeneds. I am alone and afraid. I am starting over.
Gay is not going away. And in our churches, the tide is turning.