Why I'm Proud

Happy first day of Pride everyone. At least, I hope it's happy for y'all. I genuinely do. Unfortunately, it just can't be for me this year. That would be setting an unfairly high expectation for myself. My Pride this year will be one steeped in grief, and not just because our far right authoritarian government continues its seemingly unimpeded assault on me and people like me. No, the primary wellspring of my grief this year is the sudden and devastating loss of my beautiful mother, Marilyn. My mom was the best possible mom I could have ever hoped for. She was my biggest fan, and the only person in the world constitutionally incapable of judging me. While some of my peers inherited from their parents a self-critical streak born of parental disapproval or the withholding of affection, all my mom ever gave me was a genuinely unconditional love that instilled within me an unshakeable belief in my own talents and abilities. My sister Marlie and I often joke that, while it'...