a conversation with mommy

Hi, Mommy.

I'm your baby. You don't know me yet, I'm only a few weeks old. You're going to find out about me soon, though, I promise. Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I've got beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don't have it yet, but I will when I'm born. I'm going to be your only child, and you'll call me your one and only. I'm going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we have each other. We'll help each other, and love each other. I want to be a doctor when I grow up.

the desire for companionship

Yeah, we all have that desire. Since I came out to school, I've made marvelous friends. Don't get me wrong. I love them a lot and really enjoy their company. But there's still a loneliness.

ten years ago

On September 11, 2001, it was four days before my tenth birthday. I was super excited. Double digits, finally!

Since I was only in the fourth grade, we still got recess after lunch. Oh, those were wonderful days. It was a bright September day, and we kids were eagerly awaiting the chance to play outside and be noisy. We were kids, what can I say?