O is for Origins

Where do ghosts come from? People living in war-torn lands, not quite fleeing from the senseless, aimless weapons fired by people who think of this like a video game, trying to capture strategic points, not even bothering to avoid the “soft targets,” the civilians, because there’s the terror that comes with seeing women and children […]

N is for Native

In the world I come from, we see and speak in colors. I was born as brilliant violet swirling with faintest hints of pink, with a breath of smoke that wafted and puffed between each word. Now that I’m older, I’ll settle for blues and grays. I lounge with you beneath starlit skies and dream […]

M is for Mothers

 I was today year’s old when I found out that I was adopted as a child. It was a sealed adoption, but eventually my parents found out that – literally – no one knows where I came from. My mother (or father? or random stranger?) left me in a basket outside a church. It was […]

L is for Letters

Among love letters found on a bulletin board, I find this one: Dear Lou, Remember when people said we were gay, and we used to pretend that we were? I wanted to marry you, as others did, a queer platonic partnership is the new-fangled term. But you said no, you couldn’t do that to me. […]

K is For Kings

She accepts her new responsibility with more than a hint of hesitation. How many people has she seen elevated to this place? How many people has she helped to get here, only to be disappointed. But I can’t be, she explained to the nominating committee. I’m not eligible, and I don’t want it. The last […]

J is for Justice

Standing on a bridge in Selma, Alabama, March 9th, 1965, this could go either way. There could be violence, persistence, playing out for the camera and the people gathered. At the head of the group, the leader, one charismatic preacher pauses. He doesn’t stop exactly, he pauses. This isn’t over.  You feel it in the […]

I is for Independence

I get up in the morning and look in the mirror while I brush my teeth, and oh man my hair is doing that thing it does. I hate the way my hair looks in the morning. Hey, self, I tell myself, pausing mid brush, white foam on my lips. You are incredible. You got […]

H is for Hummingbirds

Sometimes, all you need is that one thing to keep you going. For some, it’s a loved one, human or animal.  For some, it’s religion, their belief in some invisible guy in the clouds. Whatever works for you man. My greatest inspiration, by far, has been this guy who lives to tend his houseplants. No, […]

G is for Grandparents

  The best/worth thing about being born into a polyamorous family with five shared grandparents AND plenty of kids to go around? It’s all those complicated family connections. They say it takes a village to raise a family, and that’s exactly what I have. This can be good in some ways and complicated in others. […]