Summer is nearly upon us, and with it, the annual question: “How much sun is too much sun?”

Ray cried when he read my birthday card. It was the last sentence, “I feel safe and secure with you, my love, for which I’m eternally grateful.”

I'm a lesbian who has only dated women, but lately I've been attracted to a man who I work with, I just feel something different with him that I haven’t felt before with other men. Does this mean I'm not really a lesbian? Does this mean I’m bisexual? I’m so confused about my sexuality.

June is globally recognized as Pride Month, a time for the LGBTQ community to celebrate our community and achievements, acknowledge game changers, and raise awareness about ongoing challenges. Pride events, such as the Stonewall Street Festival & Parade this past weekend in Wilton Manors, are central to these celebrations.

As a relapsed Catholic and long in the tooth federal trial lawyer, I am more familiar with Samuel Alito’s religious nuttery than I want to be. I certainly didn’t need any more proof that his jurisprudence — as well as his misogyny — has deep Catholic roots, but last week filmmaker Lauren Windsor brought the receipts anyway.

I started PRISM when I was 17. I didn’t know anyone in the nonprofit scene, I had never worked for a nonprofit before, and I was completely lost. But in good ‘ole American fashion, I picked myself up by my bootstraps, opened up my laptop, and read all 87 pages of Chapter 617 of the Florida Statutes for nonprofits. If I’m going to do this, I thought, I better do it right. If I want to be taken seriously, I need to know everything there is to know.