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Luminaries

I was writing in my journal about all the creative goals I might pursue–or not–when I saw my writing for what it was: fear and procrastination. So, I made myself sit down and draw something, no fussing about for a … Continue reading

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“… and this is our bedroom.”

I was ten years old when I learned what it meant to be gay.  My dad was as an interior designer, and he’d been talking enthusiastically about a home he’d been working on for a few months.  One morning, he … Continue reading

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