A poem of my mother’s: I would pass quickly into nothingness. God does not need my dust to fertilize His flowers and I prefer not to feed His worms. I would lose my ashes as a summer day tossed with gentle breezes to some warm valley where they might stay harmlessly enough in trees or…
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In high school I had a teacher who was a homophobe, albeit a nice one. I hadn’t been aware of this until one day during my senior year civics class we were engaged in a model congress session. My teacher had proposed anti-gay legislation so I did what any self-respecting liberal young woman would do…
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