My hesitation caused the exact outcome I’d feared.
Category Archives: France
The poppies were there first.
There, church bells ringing as the sun sets over Grenoble.
The first time I saw her, I was sitting on Cotter’s lap—he had been my best friend for probably six years at that point—at a meeting I crashed after coming home early from France.
It was midnight again, France time, when I sat down for the turkey and mashed potatoes my family had waited to make.
So, in order to commemorate these tenth Gay Games, I have decided to pen my very own over-the-top, saccharinely sincere Pindaric ode. Let’s hope it’s not, well, terrible.
Danke, Louise. Obrigada, João. Merci, Jess. Gracias, Vera.
I am the fifth stranger here, and perhaps the strangest of them all. I am passing through this place. This will be my only night in the city, and then I will be gone.
In your last days in this little town, you will start to see things as you saw them in the first days.
I think when we look down on children it’s because we have momentarily, or perhaps chronically, forgotten that little kid inside earnestly whispering, “Don’t forget me. I’m still here.”