Coming Home

by Brittney Griner

I love you. This moment in time doesn’t change that. I’m still proud to be your wife.

🥲

Everyone’s “so sorry.” That does nothing to soothe the ache.

I get mistaken for male so frequently I’ve learned to just keep it moving. My heart, however, can’t always.

but you can forget you also need brief interactions: a smile from a cashier, chitchat with neighbors.

People try to insert themselves in others’ lives. Then they’ll turn around and say, “Oh, you’re intruding on me,” or claim that we’re weirdos. I’m like, It’s you who’s in my business. I’m just minding my own.

she’d been ordered to keep me detained, likely as leverage for Putin.

like stubbornness, but it was actually pain. I was hurting. Deeply.

Woo 🥺

When you’re born in a body like mine, a part of you dies every day, with every mean comment and lingering stare. You’re the biggest person in the room, but you’re also the loneliest.

“I love you regardless, Ladybug,” she said, hugging me. “I’m always gonna love you.”

You can withstand just about any shame so long as your tribe stands with you.

“Your next hearing is in mid June,”

This is infuriating

“doctor” who’d seen me was actually a veterinarian.

What the fuck?