He seemed to be just another blue-eyed boy, an ordinary American kid who grew up, went to MIT, got married, and had two children. Just another blue-eyed boy-except that he wanted to be a girl. At age four, he asked his mother to buy him
When I was twenty I climbed onto the roof of an abandoned building with two friends on an October day and a few moments later we were surrounded by thousands of starlings, all migrating to the South. We had not expected to find birds in
“Gee Mr. Peabody, what is that big machine?” “It’s called the Way-Back Machine Sherman, and I’m taking us to the 1950s for a history lesson.” “What was happening then?” “Well Sherman, society and the church were consumed with a big issue. It seems that a
Editor’s note: So much has changed — largely for the better — since this article was written. While its subject appears to have vanished from the Internet, the transgender literary scene appears to have positively exploded in the meantime. As a starting point, we commend
Mental illness. Why does that term create unease in so many people? By what justice is a diagnosis of cancer met with an outpouring of sympathy and support, while a breakdown or admission of a psychiatric condition is too frequently met with silence, distance or
When I first began my search for answers about cross-dressing, one of my biggest fears was that I was all alone. Logic told me there had to be many others, but somehow I felt totally isolated. Who could possibly understand? Who would care? Who could
Is religion about the smells and bells, the elements of the ritual? We have all heard the story about Tallulah Bankhead going to mass with Cardinal (Francis) Spellman. As the procession passed her, the cardinal in his vestments with a censer, she is reputed to
My most memorable sporting event occurred 5 years ago when my brothers and I went to New Orleans to watch the Green Bay Packers beat the New England Patriots in the Super Bowl. It had been a 29-year wait since the Packers’ last Super Bowl
When I told my family that I had lost my job as a Christian school band director, they were angry with the school and loving of me. When I told them that my wife was divorcing me, they offered nothing but support and shoulders to
I hate reading C.S. Lewis. He has this annoying little habit in his writings. Every time I read something of his, there is always a less-than-quiet voice in my head clamoring, “Look at yourself! Look at your life! You’re falling short here! And this part