When I was a young man, it didn’t occur to me to be grateful for my life. Maybe it was because I imagined everyone else had the same life as mine, and my focus was on succeeding, but I’m not sure at what. As a gay elder, my days start and end with gratitude, not forced or feigned, nor because I believe that if I don’t say “Thank you” now that I’ll pay for it in the next life.

The foundational pin holding the American rule of law together is that no man is above it.

Since reading “Great Expectations” by Dickens, the character Miss Havisham has represented a person who can’t let go of the past, nor the grievances they engender. She’d been left at the altar by a devious fraud that forever haunted her feelings on love. She left everything as it was on the day of her nuptial, including her wedding cake. Spiders and mice eventually ruled her home.

Dear John, I have been with my husband for 17 years. We met when I was 25 and he was 30.

November is Transgender Awareness Month, a month which, in the words of Heckin’ Unicorn (heckinunicorn.com), “is an annual celebration of transgender history and the transgender community. It is celebrated every November to commemorate the Transgender Day of Remembrance, which occurs on Nov. 20. The month is centered around educating people about the transgender community, raising visibility of transgender people, and advocating for their rights.”

Women battered at home are five times more likely to be murdered if there’s a gun in the house, so people under domestic violence restraining orders, pursuant to federal law, can’t have guns.