I Wanna Commitment Ceremony You
“Where are you getting married? Canada?” At the time that was the only option for a legal marriage. The question came from a woman I was a little awed by. She was a curator at one of the few decent art museums in Seattle–my favorite local museum, in fact. She sat confidently at the head of the table.
“No,” I said. “It wouldn’t make sense to do that. It wouldn’t be legal when we returned to the States, and we want all of our friends to be there. We’re having it at a park overlooking the Sound.” My tone was matter of fact, and I hoped it betrayed my worldliness and intelligence.
Read moreOur New Home Away from Home
I giggled the whole way home from Lyman, Washington, where we picked up our trailer tonight. The idea that a big city kid like me was holding the title for a travel trailer–absurd.
Read moreFrances Found My Wedding Ring
Every day Frances finds new things. A week ago it was that she could put her feet in her mouth. Yesterday it was keys: tasty, tasty metal keys. Today it was my wedding ring.
I told her the first thing that came to mind: “That’s mama’s wedding ring. That means that your mamas are stickin’ together with you, [...]
An Open Letter to Representative Jay Inslee on the Respect for Marriage Act
Dear Representative Inslee,
Since moving to North Seattle five years ago, I have voted for you every time you asked me to. I’ve talked to people about you and said, “I think he’s a pretty good guy.”
So I have to ask you now: Why have you abandoned my family?
Read morePutting the Dyke Back in RV-as-a-Verb
Bill’s trailer had the right price–cheap, but I started to be wary when he led us back on the highway. We followed the sound of the Harley, his leather jacket with the full-back eagle patch, and the American flag that whipped along from its perch on the bike seat.
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