The Supreme Court is poised to deliver a verdict that will bestow more rights on the LGBT community. But pretending that with all the strides in equality LGBT people have obtained, we’re somehow totally safe now only sets us up for more harm.
Nothing about it seemed abnormal to me. There were rules, of course. No touching the bodies, as the death are afforded similar rights and respect as the living. Stay out of the embalming room, since there are certain things a child just can’t unsee. No crawling into the caskets; it’s crass and invites bad luck.
Overall, the city was great! It was something like a cross between the grittiness and urban opportunities of Philadelphia and the small town charm of my hometown of Scranton. I swear that’s not an insult.
As a fan of TV and an obsessive consumer of pop culture, it pains me to say that we are entering a precarious place and dangerously barren landscape in the world of comedy. So many wonderful comedies are leaving us this year. But the good news is Arrested Development is returning.
If you’ll forgive me a momentary channeling of Andy Rooney, here are a few discrete classes of people that have been driving me crazy lately.
The number one reason why people give to a nonprofit is because you ask. We asked, and people gave more than we ever expected. We made over a quarter million dollars for our hard working partner families and for the city of Philadelphia. That’s a lot goodwill. We can’t thank people enough.
Jason Collins is a hero on a micro and macro level. Collins took a step toward self-actualization by taking a step toward truth. He put himself in the line of fire.
Rough times like these leave people scrambling to duck for cover and count their blessings, and I’m no different. I had the privilege of sitting safely on my couch and witnessing events unfold through televised coverage, but I was still stressed out.
Crossing the finish line at my first marathon ranks among my favorite moments in life. To think terrorists picked the same place and moment in Boston to set explosions that were purposed to maim and kill makes an already awful situation all the more heartbreaking and unthinkable.
“Spring returns with balmy zephyrs softly breathed; April the young and gay with flowers wreathed.” That was a line from a delicate Madrigal chorus song I sang many, many years ago in high school. I’m not exactly sure what it means, but I do know that spring has indeed sprung and we’ve cast off the shackles of frosty mornings and heavy jackets.