This morning, as I stared blearily out upon the world in my housecoat, my husband came down stairs, already dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, and said, "Do you want to go shopping for some bricks
A while back, there were these gay dads who came into the store at my old location with their daughter. I saw them a couple of times (and it was always adorable) but not often.
Poetry and a television show about do-overs pretty much stole my day from me today (and I loved it), so I snuck in a brief re-listen to one of the stories from the audiobook release of
Every year, when I visit the Saints and Sinners Literary Festival, I'm lucky enough to be in the company of some of the finest GLBT poets for a few days.