IN AWE OF STILL

Fifty-eight years ago I was awestruck by the miracle of Caitlin's (my first born child) presence in my life and the deep and immediate connection we had. This is only days after her birth in Iowa City, where I was in graduate school.

Me and Cait in the 1970s in the kitchen of the feminist commune in DC where she lived with her mother and other women for a few years.

Cait in the 1980s in high school in Santa Monica where she and her brother lived with me after we had lived in NYC for several years. 

Me and Cait in the '90s I think, (I meant to find photos for the next two decades too but my parkinson's keeps thwarting that for now).

CHOOSE LOVE NOT FEAR

Recently my twenty-three-year-old trans grandchild, Deak, had top surgery, and I’ve never seen them happier or more at ease in their body and the world.

We are fortunate to live in a part of the country where there are doctors and medical institutions that support transitioning people, though there are still plenty who don’t even here.

How sad to be so frightened by another human’s finding their joy and comfort in life that you would advocate for preventing just that. Yay for my grandchild and others who are finding their happiness for themselves.