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Gay in the locker room and beyond


In some ways, I was the typical small-town kid. I played tee-ball with a rec league. That morphed into soccer. I played football, soccer and basketball in high school. Ran track as well. Wasn’t the best at any of it, but enjoyed the idea of camaraderie and trying to make myself better. I also started…

Life and death


The kind woman greeted us at the entrance of the funeral home last week. She directed us to the area of the memorial service being held for a friend of B, my partner. Interestingly enough, it was in the same “chapel” that had a placard out front its doors for someone who appeared to be…

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Digging into the past


Most of my life has been about other people’s stories, whether at various Paragraph Factories or in fiction. My own family story was often shrouded in disconnections. My mom’s side of the family ends with her immediate family — a story of her brother dying in Africa; her father being a gardener for some royal;…