Before June slips away, I do want to join the joyous joy that honors the LGBTQIA community, and join in those celebrations of love. Being an out lesbian who walked into her public school classroom for over three decades supported by administration, parents and students alike is certainly not something I ever took for granted, (although wouldn’t it be amazing if I could?). My small town USA allowed me to discuss Dostoevsky, Shakespeare, Woolf, Harper Lee, Ellison, Wiesel and more, and in doing so explore the flaws and strengths of humankind, making connection from centuries past right up to our present doorstep. Teaching readers to acknowledge the vein of evil that flows along side that of kindness, the pitfalls of greed and deception that chip away at honor and responsibility, and through text feel the difference. Understanding these traits don’t belong more so to a religious right but come from a questioning mind and are worthy of pondering. Tonight, as two men take the debate stage, I can only hope that the electorate considers the whole of our nation. That what is at stake is more than a convicted felon and a proven gentleman making their case to America, it is the rights for people like me to continue wearing a gold band on my left hand.
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Welcome dear June!
June arrived bringing pops of yellow and pink and purple and loads of green to shift our view away from the black and gray of all our yesterdays. June brings plenty to celebrate, in all its gaiety. And most wonderfully, no one can take away the natural joy one feels during this spirited month, regardless of what they plan to cancel. This June grab on to the waves of color rippling every which way and join in the festivities.
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Eli Wiesel wrote, “The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.” It took a while for that to seep when I first heard it. I was young, and passionate, and not in the least bit resigned, or living in fear, or surrounded by ignorance. I hadn’t even learned to keep my mouth shut very well. But, over the years, I slipped into that gray area, where I argued less about issues, about rights, about ideals. Perhaps I didn’t have the energy. Or got too busy. Somehow I became indifferent to suffering and hatred and bad stuff that always seemed to be happening far, far away. Like famine in Africa. Or civil wars in eastern European countries with names I couldn’t pronounce. Even Columbine seemed distant and isolated. But then, on a crystal clear December morning, 20 young students and several teachers were massacred in Sandy Hook Elementary School and I woke up crying. I consoled myself with the thought that the whole world would change. It didn’t. Continue reading

