It once was lost, but now it’s found…

As my sister and I were working on our family home last year, preparing it for the estate sale, we were, naturally, overwhelmed by all of the ‘stuff’ in the house.  Stuff that needed sorting; stuff that needed to be thrown away; and stuff that needed to be saved. The more we worked, the more… Continue reading It once was lost, but now it’s found…

Remembering Uncle John

He was calm, cool, and easygoing. He was the member of my family we would turn to for sound, sane advice, and a clear vision of what was going on in our lives. He never raised his voice.  He never lost his temper.  Oh sure, he got angry a time or two, but if he… Continue reading Remembering Uncle John

Five Years

Five years have passed by so very quickly. And yet, every July 3, I recall that day, vividly. I recall the surreal, foggy morning in Saugatuck.  I was camping with my friends, and decided to call my dad for the first time that weekend.  The calls went unanswered.  I recall seeing “The Devil Wears Prada”… Continue reading Five Years

Halloween 1984

You may have seen a link making its way around Facebook titled, “My Son is Gay,” by a mother whose 5-year-old son wanted to dress as Daphne from “Scooby Doo” for his school Halloween party.  It’s a wonderful, inspirational story about a mother’s understanding of her son’s own gender identity and the repercussions of society on… Continue reading Halloween 1984