It seems the voices around me are growing ever louder. From the one side, it’s “You can’t be LGBTQ+ and a Christian! Pride is a sin!” From the other side, it’s “Why would you want to associate yourself with a group that has caused so much pain and suffering? …
As the summer heat abates, maturing into Autumn’s chill,
Leaves of green change into gold and red and orange and brown.
Groves of apple trees create a crisp aroma that instills
A sense of changing and of cold, of closing, winding down.
I love the fragrances of Fall, the colours…
For my friends and family,
For everyone who loves me,
For my home and for the food I have,
For my health,
For my pets,
For a church that embraces me,
For my job,
For my God who loves me as I am,
I give thanks.
Today is Thanksgiving in Canada. I am taking a moment to reflect on everything I have to be thankful for this year, this month, this day. I am blessed.
Would you kiss me if I were a man? Would you hold my hand in the sun on the street where all could see? Would you run your fingers through my hair as we sit on a bench in the park? Would you let me carry your books and open…
I will not fight th’encroach of grey
For wisdom also comes with years,
My head held high at each birthday.
With grace I yield to time’s headway,
And let the hue of age appear;
I will not fight th’encroach of grey.
Each day I wake is a good day:
“I’m a lesbian.”
The words, in a childish scrawl on the whiteboard on the wall in April’s room, surrounded by rainbows, had stopped Shirley cold. She’d stood for several seconds just staring at them, her mind racing.
“The next day it was all gone: the words, the rainbows, all of…