Last week I had a surprisingly intense experience. I was riding the 2 train from Harlem, and a young man got on the train. He…
After my dad died, someone in my life suggested I read a book called On Grief and Grieving. I was reading a few days ago…
I was sitting on my terrace yesterday, trying to decide what to write about this week, and, at some point, I realized that, instead of…
My grandpa died when I was in high school, and there are just a few memories I keep of him. One is his smell. He…
On Monday night, my husband played guitar for a worship service at a Presbyterian church that is especially affirming of the LGBT community. The service…
