It’s been a few years since I started reflecting on my relationship with LGBTQIA+ Pride and how my relationship with … More
When I entered the family history center that stormy April afternoon, I had one thing on my mind; I had never seen a photo of my father’s father. I was 46 and I had never seen my grandfather’s face.
I typed his name into the search bar on the site, Newspapers.com, “George R. Slighte,” the results came back instantly.
Every day is a fight. A fight for me against an urge to find a permanent solution for temporary problems. … More