My stepmom called me from Idaho to give me the news of R.L.'s death from a brain tumor. She didn't know who R.L. was, or why his mom had called her and asked her to share one of R.L's dying wishes with me, but my mom obliged the request. Standing next to the phone (they were all land [...]
Family
Drama Club: Message in a bottle
onWhy do I write? The question becomes really important now that three copies of my memoir are setting on my parent's porch. One for mom, one for dad, and one for my sister Candra. A book cover with two boys kissing in front of the Salt Lake City Mormon Temple. All the details I'd hidden from my family during high school – details [...]
No Cross Talk
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How much is too much to share? Four hours there and four hours back. Just mom and me in the car, Omaha, Gothenburg, return. The basics covered and so much more - details of her life her gay son will never share with his nonexistent children, only his offspring of thought, written and launched into [...]
The Talk of Shame
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Hello Shame. We need to talk. Why don't you sit your veil ass down over there in your favorite chair by the fire - the fire of my mind - that fire you had convinced me the world was not ready to see. Yeah, it's bright and beautiful isn't it? Shush! You've had your say. [...]
suspended between two worlds
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Airplanes, like the one I'm flying in now, used to be places where reality was suspended between two worlds. They bridged the gap, the chasm. I was a son to my step-mom Patsy in North Platte, NE, only to get off the plane and be a son to my bio-mom DeLene in Tucson, AZ. I [...]
Gay Men vs. Gay Men
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This article is indeed, food for thought. Gay Men vs. Gay Men It makes me sad because I believe that most of it is true. As gay men, we do attack each other with alarming frequency and vitriol. I try to remember that the queen and/or gay bully spewing the venom is simply mirroring the world [...]
