Marriage Equality


“Rainbow flag and blue skies” by Ludovic Bertron from New York City, Usa – Licensed under CC BY 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons –

I am proud of my country and Mexico for making a major step towards equality on Friday. It was an amazing feeling coming home from work to the news that same-sex marriage is now protected and recognized by federal law.

The fight for equality for everyone is far from over, but it feels good to celebrate this win right now.

So, I raise my glass to my LGTBQIA+ brothers and sisters and nonbinary folk who now have access to the same rights as those others have enjoyed. This is a step in the right direction!

Love is love. ❤

Fishing Day


Photo by Lisa

The narrow gravel beach crunched under your feet as you carefully planted one foot in front of the other, making your way down the creek shore towards me. I watched your slow arrival, neither moving to greet or help you.

“It’s dangerous to be out here alone,” you huffed and puffed at me when you got closer. “Could be anyone lurking in the trees. You shoulda waited for me.”

“It ain’t the trees you have to worry about,” I replied. “You bring a rod?”

You nodded and cast your line before settling in beside me.

“What do you mean it ain’t the trees you gotta worry about?”

I shrugged and you fell silent.

As we sat, a breeze picked up and rustled the leaves on the trees and cooled the sweat on our faces. Crickets chirruped and birds sang in joyful triumph of the day.

Your sinker went under with a small plop and your line went taut.

“I got one!” you roared, breaking the pleasant silence.

I watched you stand up and frantically begin reeling in your line. Sweat streamed down your face with the exertion. Whatever you caught was heavy.

Eee! Eee! squeaked your rod in protest. Eee! Eee!

You grinned, imagining the giant fish cooking over the campfire tonight. You’d have bragging rights for months.

The wheel stopped turning.

“Help me!” You groaned through clenched teeth. The muscles on your forearms stood out with the strain.

I ignored you, continuing to sit with a hand on my own rod.

You waded into the creek, reeling in the slack as you approached the center where the water was deepest. Water poured in the top of your waders as it rose to chest height. Then neck height. And then the water closed in over the top of your head, leaving no trace of you.

“Huh. Didn’t know the water was that deep,” I said to no one in particular.

A bird sang and a cricket chirruped in reply.

Creating a Life


I miss the river, too.

Moving is hard. Moving to a new place without any friends or family is even harder.

I’m very family/friend oriented, so moving 5 hours away from everyone I know has been tough. I’m trying to balance the stresses of my first professional job with trying to create a life for myself.

Sadly, I haven’t been doing a very good job of living outside my head. I’ve thrown myself into the internet, into books, into writing, as a way of escaping my reality. I miss everyone back home so much that living inside fantasy worlds is more appealing than the loneliness I feel outside of them.

And I don’t really feel like I fit out here. I’m from a more diverse place, within 2 hours of at least 3 major cities. Moving out to the rural part of the state has been quite a shock, and not in a good way. I knew life would be different out here, but I didn’t realize just how fundamentally different my values would be from the ones people here have.

I’m tired of feeling like I have to choose between my values and not being ostracized. I don’t see how this gets better, but I’m stuck here for now.

So I will continue hiding in my stories and others’ stories. I will write until my fingers fall off from typing and my eyes burn from my head from staring at the computer screen. And I will continue yearning for something better.

How are all of you doing this month? I’d love to hear from you.