It’s a Sunday night tradition at this point, one I haven’t mentioned before. As I write this, music from the gay bar across the street is wafting up and into my condo. Continue reading

The Mariners visited the Red Sox this weekend, and, as happens twice a year, my team couldn’t lose. Continue reading

Yesterday afternoon, I sat in a tree in a neighborhood park, taking in the LGBTIQ Pride festivities. Tonight, I stood in a field in a neighborhood park, partaking in the same community’s mourning.

It’s sad sometimes the difference a day can make. Continue reading

The only thing weirder than a love song is a breakup song. Continue reading