honesty
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Let’s have an honest, heart-to-heart conversation about a man who, for many, represents everything that is concerning about leadership today. I’ve always believed in respecting the office and the voice of the people—that is why it pains me deeply when a president, entrusted with the hopes and dreams of a nation, appears to embody the…
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I was in the St. Louis airport going through immigration after flying in from Mexico just this week. They are doing random extra vetting. The family right in front of me was sent into an extra vetting room while I was let through. They can search your phone—so make sure you don’t have anything on…
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There’s so much craziness online right now. I’m running everything I post through analytics to see if it’s true. You saw this with my post this morning. Tell people what’s going on and then back it up with fact. Here’s an example: There are a lot of reports of people dying in ICE detention centers.…
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Alexander Leon once said, “Queer people don’t grow up as ourselves; we grow up playing a version of ourselves that sacrifices authenticity to minimize humiliation and prejudice.” Those words have always resonated with me, capturing the challenges I faced growing up queer. Early on, I learned to conceal parts of my true self—my interests, my…
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My father was a loving and accepting man. I watched him grow and evolve over the years—his beliefs shifting as he learned, as he listened, as life opened his eyes in new ways. He never clung to an idea simply because it was familiar. Instead, he allowed himself to question, to reconsider, to change. When…
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I saw this quote by Charles Bukowski, and it hit me like a brick to the skull: “I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of the dead; men without eyes, men without voices; men with manufactured feelings and standard reactions; men with…
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In an ideal world, I would be able to hold my husband’s hand in public without a second thought. Not just in the safe pockets of the world—the city streets where we blend in, the Pride festivals where we are celebrated, the family gatherings where we are known—but anywhere. Any street, any town, any room.…
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Imagine waking up in a world where every person looked the same, lived the same, and loved the same way. No diversity, no difference—just one narrow definition of existence. At first, some might think this sounds peaceful, orderly even. But look a little closer, and you’ll see something far more disturbing: a world drained of…
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God, This morning, I wake up once again with a heavy heart, wondering how the world is ever going to come out of the darkness that seems to have taken control, slowly choking it. I know you see it, too—the hatred, the violence, the way people tear each other apart over things that should bring…
