The old hymns come back to me in the early hours.
Remembering the Melodies
The old hymns come back to me in the early hours.
The old hymns come back to me in the early hours.
I thought of my transgender friends. One wrote how she was recently told at her workplace that she couldn’t use the restroom there anymore. She had to leave the location and go to the gas station across the street. Another parent told how his kid was beaten up at a concert because he was transgender.
The image of God as a baby makes more sense to me than any other form.
Parents, your children are more important than your religion.
I'm standing up and speaking out.
The boy dreamed the same dream I did, only his had a much better ending.