Boys Don’t Cry – The Art of Sadness

All my life I've avoided emotions like the plague. I've stuffed them into a back closet where no one, not even myself could ever find them. I've never said, "I'm not okay." I've never cried in front of another person. I didn’t cry at my husbands funeral. How fucked up is that?

Coming Out – A Trans Perspective

Yet, I am no longer my father's daughter. I feel grief in the loss of what our relationship was and grief in the relationship that will never be. I"ll never know what could have been, if he was still here.