I'm standing up and speaking out.
I'm ashamed that I haven't spoken up enough on behalf of my GLBT friends.
When my first son was a baby, I had a vision of him as a full grown man.
The boy dreamed the same dream I did, only his had a much better ending.
With Father's Day approaching, I thought I'd share this from an old blog: They entered the restaurant exhilarated: an old man carrying a small boy, probably a grandchild. The man's hand cradled the back of the child's head, holding it close to his own. I wondered if this was the first time these two had … Continue reading The Brotherhood of Fatherhood
When I was little, I took him seriously as a hero.
I quit believing and started seeing.