Coming Home
We were picking blackberries in Franklin, Georgia. He was on one side of the bush and I was on the other. I looked up and said “Dad, I am gay.” He looked directly at me through the thorny branches, heavy with berries. “Well, you can’t
We were picking blackberries in Franklin, Georgia. He was on one side of the bush and I was on the other. I looked up and said “Dad, I am gay.” He looked directly at me through the thorny branches, heavy with berries. “Well, you can’t
The book of Proverbs tells us that “Pride goeth before a fall.” In the case of Black Gay Pride celebrations, Pride will go on before the fall and throughout the fall, from July through October, as thousands of African-American lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT)
The night my spouse and I first met, another couple in the room made bets on how long it would be before we were married. For me, it was one of those love-at-first-sight moments. He walked up to me at a Metropolitan Community Church event,
I love baseball, I think it appeals to me the same way Las Vegas does. There is just something about the randomness of both that gives me hope. A pull of the slot handle or bases loaded in the bottom of the ninth with two
I was at my local post office here in The Castro, filling out a form to mail a certified letter; when a frail and elderly Asian woman gently asked me if this is the line. I said “I’m still filling out papers; by all means
“Should I feel bad that I feel good when bad things happen to other people?” That is a paraphrase of friends’ inquiries in recent weeks. “Other people” here does not refer to just “any people.” If it did, feeling thus would be a big sin
I know it is the time for the all important holidays. You know the ones I’m talking about. Thanksgiving and Christmas, to mention the two that stand out in my mind. I think of those holidays fondly for many reasons. One of the most important
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy. O, Divine Master,
My journey to understanding the Bible and how it applies to my life has been a long one. As a child, my parents had me baptized in the Methodist faith and we attended church until I was 9. Often, my parents would drop me off
While listening to music recently, my mp3 player on “shuffle” and me in a state of relaxation, the 1956 version of Billie Holiday’s “Strange Fruit” began to play. As the sounds of piano and trumpet filled the air, I was transported by my imagination to