It has been too long and I’ve missed y’all. Writing here has felt like one of the few safe and nourishing places for me in my time online. We all opted…
The last restaurant I worked at was a new oyster bar run by the group that owned several of Chicago’s most popular establishments. There’s a special…
“I don’t want to raise good kids,” I remember the pastor saying. “I want to raise WARRIORS for Christ.” The pastor was in the middle of a rant about how…
On Sunday, I gave Prince and Toby Kitty Xanax, loaded them into carriers, and road-tripped with them to New York, where we moved into a cute little…
Hello and happy holiday week to each of you! I’m having a lot of fun exploring the possibilities of friendship and I’m thankful to get to share this…
In my last newsletter, I asked if there might be a better way to structure our lives and loves—one that doesn’t revolve around the nuclear family. Queer…
I’ve written before about the problems with our mainstream love story. The one where we graduate college, find “the one,” get married, buy a home, have…
On a Zoom with queer folks last week, we chatted about the never-ending task of accepting other people’s disapproval of us. It started with our…
The hardest part of writing a memoir, by far, is knowing you’re writing about other human beings who may or may not still be alive. You must consider…
Happy October! I don’t know what your summer was like, but I’m feeling very proud and relieved to have simply made it through. The changing season…
On the Southern Baptist Convention and the context in which we were formed
We’re jumping back into your questions this week and I could not be more pumped about it. This is part of a series of family chats, where people from…