This is where I came out as a brainy dyke teen in Birkenstock sandals, fountain pen dripping with feminist ink: Washington, D.C. in 1980, on...
Like many kids, I fell in love with the Winnie-the-Pooh literature when I was young and became enchanted with tales of Piglet (my favorite) and...
I tend to forget, in the hustle-bustle thing called life, about the meaning and importance of days designated to reflect and honor and observe. Somehow...
I'm a few hours away, as I write this, from my first mammogram. It's a procedure I've been thinking about for years as a gay...
A giant ad in Monday's Washington Post -- it's a full page but somehow it looks bigger than the others -- touts an upcoming...
War is hell -- especially when you're particularly fond of the enemy. No, I'm not talking about al Qaeda or Iraq. I mean the war...
Ed is dying of pancreatic cancer. All year we've been getting e-mails about his diagnosis, then his prognosis, then his treatment progress, then his...
There we sat in a staff meeting, all twelve of us, listening to the vice president for operations talk about kitchen upkeep. "Every bottom...
The performance hall in my hometown is smaller than I remember it, but most things back there are. It's been at least 10 years...
When my friends and I were in the ninth grade, the bass player for the band Duran Duran announced plans to get married. There...
IMAGINE LOSING ONE'S CHILD. That's how the staff of Michael's Entertainment Weekly felt when, on April 11, 1994, the announcement came down from above that...