Why are you a feminist, Mom? She might ask. And I'll tell her this.
At a time in my mother’s life when she was facing one of her greatest fears—letting her child go and be in a place where she was not, she was also saying goodbye to her own mom.
One hand wants to hold on tight for just a little bit longer and the other wants to nudge him along and send him to fly.
What happens when you know you need support?
When you looked at me, and told me to enjoy every minute, part of me wanted to punch you.
There are so many more Bennys than Caitlyns. There are so many who live their lives in secret and shame when they deserve to feel love and acceptance.