I think I have one memory of my family all together. Strapped in my stroller, well into dusk, my mom stands behind me gripping the handle. The colors of Disneyland rides are streaked like a photo whose camera lens has been set on a long exposure. Blurry streams of color are all around me. Sounds [...]

18 Yr Rose & Thorn Essay My wedding anniversary was last Saturday, 18 years and counting. The romance began in the midst of my seventeen-year professional marketing stint, included a move in and out of a gaggle of neighborhoods of Chicago, to the north suburb of Evanston, landing in Boulder, CO. Waking up, suddenly, to [...]

There’s no right way, really. I want to be honest, but I’m scared. If I share my true, deep in my bones feelings about how I felt about Dad being gay, I’m bound to hurt someone. But I must do it for myself, and for my children. And because I’m just sure it will help [...]

The last several years I talked to Dad about making my thoughts public. I did so because I’d lived decades sensitive to his situation; intimate with the stigma he carried. He quoted Shakespeare saying, “It’s much ado about nothing.’’ After a lifetime of turmoil, staying tight lipped about his early homosexual relationships, in his mind, [...]