When my dad died, the storms came again. I hid in my basement apartment in Chicago as the biggest storms of my life raged outside my windows every day. Sometimes they brought intimidating dark clouds to greet me, and other days they roared in with full wind and hail, shaking my apartment and threatening mass…
Month: May 2016
Path to Forgiveness
“It takes about six months to get in, because our doctors are so busy,” a woman tells us on a conference call at work. Her tone is matter of fact as she explains how the trans youth clinic functions at the hospital she works at. “The families come in and meet with a psychologist and…
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