Welp. That was strange. Perhaps after this post y’all will understand why my dating life isn’t a bit more active. It sure is vibrant, though. It started in a Starbucks. No, not the date. The adventure. I made my way over to the comfy chairs section so I can plug in my laptop. I greeted the stranger sitting across from me, and we both sit quietly an uneventfully for ten, maybe fifteen minutes, doing internety things on our own laptops….
We’ve all seen our Facebooks explode with the profile photo changes to that funky red equals symbol. If you haven’t been paying attention or if you still aren’t sure what it’s about, here’s a summary I posted to my Facebook at the beginning of this intriguing social movement: The purpose of the equals symbol is to rally awareness of the Prop 8 case that is being debated in the Supreme Court as I sit here typing this. If you were…
In the Spring of 1982 I graduated from San Joaquin Memorial High School in Fresno, California. Months earlier I had arranged with my Uncle Ted and Aunt Paulette that, upon my graduating from High School, I would move in with them in Azusa, California. So, less than two weeks after graduating I packed up all my worldly belongings, grabbed a ride on a southbound Greyhound bus and never looked back. It was the best (emotionally, spiritually, physically, intellectually) decision I…