Yesterday I was the guest on a podcast called the Gaytheist Manifesto curated by two Atheists (one Transgender, the other non-binary, pansexual). Before the interview began, the initial question posed
A friend and I recently had a disagreement. She said to me with great sincerity, “I worry about terrorists.” “I do too.” I said. The disconnect, I soon realized was
Dear 2017, You’ve been one terrible decade. When midnight arrives on December 31st it won’t be a millisecond too soon, though when it does—it will feel less like celebration and
I’m not writing this to everyone. I’m writing this to you—the person whose heart is heavy today, the one for whom this season is not merry and bright, the one
Yesterday I was the guest on a podcast called the Gaytheist Manifesto curated by two Atheists (one Transgender, the other non-binary, pansexual). Before the interview began, the initial question posed
A friend and I recently had a disagreement. She said to me with great sincerity, “I worry about terrorists.” “I do too.” I said. The disconnect, I soon realized was
Dear 2017, You’ve been one terrible decade. When midnight arrives on December 31st it won’t be a millisecond too soon, though when it does—it will feel less like celebration and
I’m not writing this to everyone. I’m writing this to you—the person whose heart is heavy today, the one for whom this season is not merry and bright, the one