We Feel it is Time that People that are Gay are Finally Thought of as People

Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails; -I Corinthians 13:4-8 Laura and I had a date night a couple of weeks back. We ate at an expensive restaurant. The food was poor, the company was sublime. When you have children, especially little children, it is important for you and your partner to dedicate time to each other. You can grow apart if you don’t rekindle the flame that first brought you together. It could be the way her eyes glint. It could be the way his dimple exaggerates his smile. It could be her supple curves. It could be his defined wit. What ever the spark, harness the flame. We finished our disappointing meal and headed to a comfortable place where the wine flows like water. We had the radio on. I always have the radio on. I love music. We were listening to X 103. It’s Indianapolis’ alternative stations. It pales in comparison to Q 101 or O Rock. It rarely plays new music. However, as we were pulling up to the Mill a new song came on. The piano caught my attention right away. The words caught Laura’s attention right away. We pulled into the parking spot as soon as the chorus started. I put the car in park. We...

The Human and the Divine are Something Divinely Human.

“. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?” “Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.”  ―   Carlos Ruiz Zafón,  The Shadow of the Wind In the early summer of 2004, I went on a trip with my parents. My parents took each of us four kids on a vacation of our choice before we were married. My oldest sister went to England. The next one went to Hawaii. The last to Spain. I don’t fly. I chose to visit baseball stadiums that I had never seen before. I know I wanted to visit Fenway, first and foremost, so, we naturally toured the East Coast. This post isn’t about baseball. It’s not really even about the trip. This one is about a moment in the first city we visited. Baltimore, MD. The hotel we stayed at was in a seedy area to say the least. Had I known that, I am sure I would have had a panic attack. It was close to the stadium, but inside the hotel it felt safe. We checked in and I promptly told my parents that I would be downstairs and I was going to call Laura and have a few drinks at the bar. I called Laura. This was the second time in our short relationship that we had been apart. We spoke for a while and then I pulled a chair up to the bar. At this time, there were two other people at the bar. The bar was a typical horse shoe shape. I was...