My Right to Write

I write for freedoms sake. I write to fully embrace my freedom of expression to freely express the anguish of the closet and the trauma of homophobia, on behalf of myself, my beloved father, and all others like him who were blocked from such freedom. I write because every human being is in theory … [Read more...]

I Write Because It’s What I Know

I wrote my first story shortly after I learned how to write. By second grade, I was expressing my fears, my happiness and many of my experiences in the same way. It was clear what I was, a writer. I've always believed that everyone has their own gift to share with and bless the world. I have never … [Read more...]

To write is to heal, resist, and love

I have been a storyteller since I was a very young girl. I would recount funny, ridiculous, sad and happy stories to my family and friends for as long as I can remember. If you could ask my mom, she would regale you with the many times I have made her laugh hysterically with my tales of old … [Read more...]

Why I Write . . .

I must have been about 11 or 12 when I started writing in a diary. Each page was gilded with gold edges and a tiny lock secured the tab that wrapped around them, creating a private sanctuary for my deepest thoughts. Dear Diary, I would write in my large loopy script, and I'd be off and running about … [Read more...]

Why I Still Write …

I hide my red puffy eyes behind big sun glasses. It's cloudy and rainy but because it's San Diego sun glasses are always appropriate. I drive to Borders books in Mission Valley because I need to be away from campus. It's finals week but I am consumed with grief and confusion as I do my best to … [Read more...]

Blindsided

I am in LA. It is around 2013. I am standing alone on a stage in a small theatre. I am at an open mic for standup comedians. The lights are so bright I can't make out anyone's face. I am waiting for feedback from the audience. I have just told a joke about my father for the millionth time to a room … [Read more...]

Sisters From Other Gay Misters

I want to say meeting another person with a gay dad is like looking into a mirror, but even in a mirror I cannot properly see myself. It???s more like finding out your father has this other family and now you???re meeting relatives you did not know you had. You are different people with different … [Read more...]

Long Without a Tribe

+ACY-nbsp+ADs There must be others like me. Where are they? It took me more than three decades to even ask this question. The journey began on Father's Day, 1975, when I asked my dad if had ever been unfaithful to Mom. He'd always been a shameless flirter. I was 24. He stunned me by … [Read more...]

Finding My Tribe

It was a drizzly, cold day when I sat across the table from Laura Hall for the first time. Her sweet smile and welcoming nature did little to take the chill out of the drafty restaurant we occupied for more than three hours, but our hearts were warm and filled with the kind of kindred spirit that … [Read more...]

Gay Dad Kid Sisterhood

In the fall of 2014 I was struggling to find my footing. It had been eight months since my dad passed away and a plethora of feelings were surging. In early November I flew to Palm Springs to meet with my dad's partner of 16 years to help him clear out some of Dad's things. Jim had decided to sell … [Read more...]