My father left my mother for my babysitter when I was 10 years old. She was 18. He was a pretty crappy human being to my mother and myself in many other ways which need not be addressed here, and when I was 13 I elected to no longer spend time with him. A few years ago, when he sent me a message on LinkedIn (of all things), I responded. When he asked to see me on my next trip to Orlando, I said yes. And when I saw him, we hugged and I cried. I forgave my father. I had forgiven him almost a decade before he had sat across the table from me and asked for it. Last...
On August 11, 2014, Robin Williams was found dead in his home in Paradise Cay, California. One of debatably the most funny and lovable characters in the film industry had literally ended his life in Paradise.
"Hey how are you?"
We must hear that question asked a dozen times a day, but who ever really answers that question honestly? It's almost habitual to toss back "I'm good, how are you?" and move on with your day and life.
The truth is, it is not enough for us to just be "out". We must also be free. And sometimes that is the longer battle. This is the part that we don't see in the media, the part that we don't celebrate in June.