remembering my mom, Wendy Lou Alford (1940 - 2001)

in the wee hours of the morning 22 years ago today, the Ides of March, my mom left her tired body. after seven years of a rollercoaster ride of hope and despair, and lingering for a month in hospital as she waited for a liver transplant which never came, she took one last look at those of us gathered around her bed and quietly slipped away. she was the same age as i am now.


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on supporting queer friends and family… leaning into inconvenience

i’ve been thinking a lot about how i see people respond to friends and family who are making the shift from default binary gender labels, language and expression to less “easily-defined” ones. i have several friends and family members who are on this journey, and it’s not necessarily easy to shift out of a really sticky, cement-like binary paradigm.

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