George Bailey was Onto Something
Somewhere between unanswered texts, sitting on bleachers at volleyball games, and wondering why spiritual growth always seems to come wrapped in suffering, I found myself asking a quiet but unsettling question: Does it matter that I’m here? This post is about feeling invisible in the spaces that matter most—at home, at work, in faith—and the reminder that our worth was never meant to be measured by how needed we are, but by how deeply we are loved.
What If I’m Not Done Yet?
There’s a moment—somewhere between your third or fourth reinvention—where you start to ask yourself a very uncomfortable question: Am I evolving… or do I just not know how to stay put? This is a story about what it costs to keep starting over… and what it might mean if you’re not done yet.
Still Choosing Her
“But you’re gay, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why do you want to date me?”
I didn’t have a good answer then.
Twenty-seven years later… I do.
Living in the And: 24 Years Later
Twenty-four years of marriage isn’t a fairy tale—it’s a choice. One we’ve made again and again through the bliss, the frustration, and everything in between. What we’ve built together isn’t perfect, but it’s ours… and it means more than the idea of something “better.” And if our story doesn’t quite make sense at first glance—you’re not alone.
What Comes After the Goodbye
From airport goodbyes to Broadway lights, I expected to sit in the quiet. Instead, life met me in unexpected ways—reminding me that joy and grief don’t take turns. They coexist. This is what comes after the goodbye.