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Bye, Bi Shame

The first message I received about bisexuality was being told it didn’t exist. I was…

Grandmother

It’ll be the guilt that ultimately persuades you to visit Grandmother again in her one-bedroom…

I Said Yes, Like in Improv Class

Tipsy older lady, with Masters from John Jay college nonetheless, tapped me on my shoulder…

On Spontaneity and Routine

Spontaneity is a terrifying word. Not only did it take me forty-seven keystrokes to finally…

Another Day, Another Migraine

I woke up this morning with a giant migraine and knew what the weather was…

Adoption Fables and the Right to Know

New Yorkers, Al and Agnes, had moved to an apartment in Sumter, South Carolina in…

It’s Christmas and my son is dying in Stateville Correctional Center.

 Johnny is in dire need of a kidney transplant. His precarious health is now in…

Does Jesus eat pringles?

Does Jesus like Pringles? It was a cold December day near Christmas when my youngest…

My Queer Story

Growing up, I had a family that was incredibly open and understanding of minority issues,…

I May Never Have a Good Answer to the Age-Old Question, ‘Where Are You From?’

“Moving around a lot is hard. Then you have 10 places to not call home.”…

My First 100 Days as the New President/CEO of Metro Dallas Homeless Alliance

I joined Metro Dallas Homeless Alliance at the end of August and wow!! What a…

I AM VIETNAMESE AMERICAN AND SICK AND TIRED OF LIVING WITH THE BURDEN OF BEING A MODEL MINORITY

My life as a Vietnamese American in America is nothing like what you see in…

Chasing gratitude: A Thanksgiving ode to us all

November brings thoughts of closure and completion – sometimes willing and sometimes imposed – as…

Wrinkled Journal

You were in line at the register in the grocery store a couple of weeks…

Not to be Mentioned

I must have seen at least one expectant mother by the time I was eight,…