I really enjoyed writing last week’s blog. And it came at just the right time. I began the new year with a grand cleaning and organizing project around the apartment. I’d gone through ever...Read More
I grew up in the church–or rather I grew up in a church. No, my parents weren’t a pair evangelical ministers–they were a pair of…other “colorful” nicknames throughout t...Read More
I have always loved the idea of sitting at a coffee shop and clicking away on the keys of my Mac to some stunningly witty piece I was working on, but in truth sitting alone has never held much fascina...Read More
Last year after Ken had surgery and was recovering from 12 weeks of chemo, we were optimistic about the future. So much so, I decided to write a book, documenting everything he and I had gone through....Read More
Every so often I stumble across a neatly folded red t-shirt tucked way back in my closet when I’m organizing or looking for something. I’m always compelled to unfurl it, unfailingly get lo...Read More
Like most small town kids, I had a 25″ console television in my bedroom when I was growing up. I was a shy, introvert who spent hours alone, entertaining myself. But no matter what I was doing, ...Read More
Today felt like the beginning…of something. With Ken’s Memorial Soiree a jumble of fond memories and feelings, today the remnants of my out-of-state family left to return to their lives in...Read More
I returned to work yesterday. It was a daunting feat, but a necessary one. I’d submerged myself in alone-time last week to ensure I could feel the full gamut of emotions I needed to feel. I gave...Read More
A friend recently likened dealing with kenan’s terminal cancer diagnosis to a staircase. Each change in his condition defines the “new normal”. But before this new normal is accepted...Read More
(Ken booked ended by my folks on the left, and his folks on the right.) It’s a funny thing to be gay and fall in love in one’s early thirties. Your personality is pretty much fully “...Read More