Ten years ago today, twenty-one-year-old college student Matthew Shepard was found, beaten, bloodied, comatose, and tied to a fence, near Laramie, Wyoming.  He died five days later, October 12, 1998, in a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado.
Cathy Renna speaks for many of us in her Bilerico piece today on him (and all those lost to hate [...]

  
I don’t come to my sister’s cabin nearly as often as I could.  Not nearly as often as I should.  It’s beautiful; it’s above 5,000 feet elevation; it abuts a state park and is just a few miles from a beautiful national forest.  She has always extended me and mine an open invitation.  Conifers hundreds [...]

The emotional aftermath of the California Supreme Court decision on same-sex marriage, at least for me, has been unexpected.  I have vacillated from feeling utter shock, to muted disbelief, to pride, and later still discomfort at the resussitation of an old, long-since buried vulnerability.  Not at all what I would have expected.
All of this is [...]

Our Family Coalition, the Bay Area’s queer family organization, held its tenth annual LGBTQ Family Night at the Berkeley YMCA this past weekend. And I won’t be the only one to tell you that when they say in their notices about the event that “hordes” of LGBTQ parents and their children attend, they are [...]

I love them like I know the loss of a child.
My nephew and his cancer battle come to me all the time. These memories form the hazy-dense under-writing on top of which the love of my children is written every day. But Erik and the loss of him comes never more directly than [...]

E.U.P. • February 27, 1995 — March 24, 2005.
Muted backstory here (towards the end). Care for musical accompaniment? Reader Chumpy posted this link to Joby Talbot’s “Cumulonimbus” the other day, which conveys, at least to me, a sense of grateful wonder, of “a bride married to amazement.”
“When Death Comes”
by Mary [...]

“You are a bundle of energy, always on the go.”
This fortune should have gone to the lil’ peanut, rather than the Baba, who is an Object At Rest Trying Valiantly, Against All Odds, To Stay At Rest. If I had a personalized license plate, it would read: I [heart] NRTIA. (Which [...]

Max, Jr. October ?, 1993 – March 19, 2007. [Photo taken: September 8, 2006.]
You’ll never know how much baby-generated dinner table detritus your dog is taking care of until she’s gone. Though you’ll probably know how much you love her before then.
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