Hope, Love, and Queeromance
I woke up early from a terrible nightmare about one of my children. One where they’d committed a grievous sin that called our whole world into question. But I woke up, and I felt the familiar weight of one cat at my shoulder, and another against my shin. I heard my dog making old lady noises in the other room. And I heard the deep breathing of my husband next to me, who thankfully had a good doctor’s visit yesterday after some chest pain. All of these comforting elements were shattered the moment I picked up my phone to see what the fate of my nation would be, since it… Continue Reading Hope, Love, and Queeromance
