I’m Thankful for a Fortunate Life, Caring Friends and Family
I’m thankful that no one is relying on me. I’m thankful I’m not responsible for someone else’s survival other than my ow…
Essays Archive
Louboutins: Red Soles Not Beaten But Bruised
They were an unexpected gift from my husband. Lovely strappy black Christian Louboutin heels with the signature red lacq…
It’s my name, and I’m keepin’ it
I was born Jessie Mary Ray, named for my father.I married and became Jessie Mary Hawkins. Went to work, and my new e…
Bit o’ honey
I call everybody Honey. My best gay male friends, the server at the restaurant who refills my glass before…
An Olympic connection
I have always felt uncomfortable with my name – Nelly.It doesn’t quite roll off the tongue, it’s hard to understand …
For the love of Coffee
I’ve always thought I had a great last name. It’s Coffee. Like the drink (or as some say, like the bean.)Growing up,…
Why We Combined Our Last Names
When my husband and I got married, neither of us automatically assumed that I would take his last name. We are both prog…
Closets are for clothes: I’m out, loud and proud
It’s a not-so-proud moment with a happy ending.It was 1999, and I was living in Milwaukee, working at my first job a…
Why I Love Roller Derby, and You Should, Too
It’s no secret that women are not so great about supporting women’s sports. I include myself in that category. I’ve neve…
That One Time When My Mom Was a Lesbian
My parents divorced when I was 5. Afterwards, my mother fell in love with, and moved in with a woman. Needless to say, t…
