My parents moved out of my childhood home this past week. Well, sort of. They definitely moved out. That home was complicated for me, having been partially rebuilt 30 years ago after our house fire. As my parents sifted through
Bittersweet
Coming Out and Disability
According to my Facebook memories I’ve never made a National Coming Out day post. Which surprises me. I came out to my friends in 1992, and to my family in 1998. I’m queer. It’s something I rarely have
30 Years
People seem curious why I’m not more angry about the illnesses that ravage my body, erode my sense of trust and safety in myself, limit what I can do in the world. I don’t know the full answer. But I