Where Faith, the Real World & Gay Life intersect!

Not My Father’s Son

Not My Father’s Son

Jun 5, 2014

When I think about my dad, I think about his gentle and easy smile … his work-worn hands … the ever-present twinkle in his dark brown eyes. When I think about my dad, I think about the stories he would tell me as I sat tucked inside his strong arms on lazy Sunday afternoons in Tennessee … the tunes he would whistle as he tilled the ground in...

Maybe It’s Time to Give Church a Second Chance

Maybe It’s Time to Give Church a Second Chance

Apr 17, 2014

My father was the chairman of the deacons, and my mom was a member of the Women’s Missionary Union in the small Southern Baptist church we attended when I was young. Daddy used to say if the doors of the church were open for any type of meeting, we would be there … and that’s exactly the way it was as long as I lived in my parents’ home....

Coming Out: Not One More Mile!

Coming Out: Not One More Mile!

Mar 21, 2014

It’s surprising to me how many questions I continue to receive asking what actually happened on the day I came out … what made me completely break down at my office that day, why I didn’t just gather my things and leave when I got upset, whether I have any regrets about the emotion and the words that poured out of me. It was a day that began as any other day …...

Come On, Baby, Light My Fire

Come On, Baby, Light My Fire

Mar 3, 2014

One of the things I love most about the building where I work is the wood-burning fireplace. I love many things about that fireplace … the crackle of the wood when it’s burning, the hearth where people often sit or stand to warm themselves, the conversations that take place in front of the roaring fire … I truly love that fireplace. My...

Do I Look Gay to You?

Do I Look Gay to You?

Feb 17, 2014

A couple of weeks ago, I was sorting through some old photos when I ran across one of my son Brad from when he was four years old. He was completely decked out in his yellow fireman coat, red helmet and black rain boots as he fought an imaginary fire in our back yard with a green garden hose tucked securely in his little hands. Brad was forever and always...

Walking the Gay and Narrow

Walking the Gay and Narrow

Aug 30, 2013

Almost four years ago at the ripe old age of 49, I became a daily walker. Lest you think otherwise, I can assure you that I learned how to walk when I was less than a year old, and I’ve been walking along through life ever since. I’m not talking about that type of walking, the type we all participate in as we go through our days … walking from our bedrooms to...

Be the Ball

Be the Ball

Aug 21, 2013

Back in the day, way back in the day, when I was in high school and college, I was a really good tennis player. I should have been, after all the hours and hours and hours I spent practicing. There was a tall white stucco wall at the end of the driveway that sat beside the house where I grew up in Tennessee. Though my dad wasn’t happy with me when I took a...

I Met a Man

I Met a Man

May 27, 2013

The office of the company I work for is in downtown Kansas City, well actually, it’s kind of on the fringe of the core of downtown. But it’s downtown in the sense that on a pretty regular basis, there are homeless folks walking the street in front of our building. Or climbing into the dumpster in our parking lot. Or standing under the overhang at...

Her

Her

May 7, 2013

The first time I saw her was as I waited in line behind several other people at the Walmart prescription counter. She was a couple of people ahead of me, but she definitely caught my attention from the moment I noticed her. Her hair was dark … like the color of charcoal … and her eyes were an intense, deep green. She was about my height, and she was...

Today, I Choose To …

Today, I Choose To …

May 5, 2013

Sometimes, I think you have to travel back a bit before you can move forward in life, before you can really find your own little place in the world. I think maybe it’s kind of like when I go to a store and I’m trying to get my car to fit into a parking place. I pull forward, I back up, I turn the wheel, I tap on the brakes, I give the engine a little gas. Every...