Realistic Goals

Two weeks in to the Weight Watchers Freestyle, and I have learned a few things about portion control, about carbs, about protein – but mostly I’ve been learning about me.

II know myself well enough to know I am not a joiner.  Meetings are not my thing and I have enough trouble weighing myself in front of myself, let alone other people. I don’t need that sort of stress in my life. 

I read other people’s stories on the WW App, and I’m inspired by some of these warriors, who lose and gain and lose and gain and write about it with grace and dignity, and hope – they always have hope and the strength to strive to be better. To do better.

I suppose at some point over the past few years, I must have given up hope on any number of things in my life, and took comfort in cookies and cupcakes and chips and basically anything with sugar and starch!  Don’t get me wrong, my life is good; but we all have our demons.

I’ve learned about making realistic goals. I mean, telling myself I’ll never eat another Oreo is just so unrealistic.  I’d like to write that I will never sit again with a bag of the mega-stuffed Oreos and eat all the insides and save the cookies, but like I said – We all have our demons. Besides the demons, the song does say – “…Cause the kid will eat the middle of an Oreo first and save the chocolate cookies outsides for last!” 

I’m also learning that as it is with my food, my life must also be about making realistic goals, and learning life-lessons.

The most important lesson for me so far – You can’t fix people.  Period.  No ifs, ands, or buts.  You just can’t.  

I found this little meme online yesterday as I was reading stories of women who are fixers .on my WW App.  It’s powerful, and it resonated with me, and it’s on my realistic list of goals:

“ I’m so sick of the


“they’re still you mom/dad/sister/brother/etc”

No, toxic is toxic.

You have the right

To cut off anyone off

Who is unhealthy

To you! 

Week Three starts today – I’m down 9.6 lbs, in my physical weight, and feeling free of some emotional weight.

“I am brave, I am bruised,

 I am who I’m meant to be,

 this is me.”


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Choose Love

My 50th High School reunion is coming up next year.  The chatter around this has made me a bit nostalgic, but not so nostalgic that I can’t distance myself from what is a hazy memory, and what is, in fact, reality. It wasn’t all good, for any of us.

This nostalgia has made me think of someone I once knew.   A classmate, a friend with whom I shared a history. We grew up together, I was at her house or she was at mine. We were in one another’s weddings, and through her divorce, her remarriage, we were still in each others lives. I moved away, but still we wrote and called and I would visit when I came home.

We had drifted apart, and when I discovered her on Facebook, I reconnected with her. We were catching up and I came out to her…

And, she told me because of her religion, the one we grew up in together,   she would never accept me. And as quickly as she had come back into my life – she was gone.

I write all of this, not to bash her, but to simply say that I do not understand this sort of religion, or this sort of person who takes the words in a book over the living, breathing human being standing in front of you.

This is not the first experience I’ve had with people walking away. Members of my family like to pretend I don’t exist, and that’s okay with me. I mean, who really wants to spend time with people this self-absorbed and this ignorant.  Seriously, like pretending I don’t exist will change the DNA facts that we are indeed, family.

I’m simply asking you to not be swayed by the words in a book, or the words of a politician, or the words of any religious leader who tells you who you can love and surround yourself with.

You have a brain, and a heart. You can make your own choices.

Being gay is not a choice. I mean, why would we ever choose a life that offers us a daily dose of hatred, followed up with laws that discriminate against us, and family who throw us out, and friends who choose to walk away.  No one would choose this.

But, this is who we are –

This is who I am.

This is me.








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The Wisdom of Teenagers…

I spent as much time as I could with my 14 -year-old granddaughter last weekend.  She lives in Northern California, and I hadn’t seen her in about 2 years. We’ve talked and done the Facetime thing, but I haven’t had “Grandma Time” with her.  She’s a remarkable young woman. Full of life, full of dreams, full of  that teenage vision of the world we all possessed at one time or another.

I think sometimes we overlook the wisdom of teenagers.  Yes, I know how teenagers can be, but, if you really take the time to listen, they can teach you something about yourself.

They can make you remember that part of yourself that had hopes and dreams, that part of yourself that wasn’t yet jaded by the world.  You know, that part of yourself that just knew it was all going to work out, because you knew you could make it happen.

You. Just. Knew.

Being with her – well – it’s convinced me more than ever, that we need to do what we can, to save the world for her. We need to give her a world where she can dream as big as she wants, and know that she has the chance to make her dreams come true.

We need to do it for her, for her brother, for all my other grandchildren and great grandchildren.  For all the kids, grandkids and great grandkids in the world.  We owe them all their chance.

She doesn’t care that I’m gay. She just cares that I love her, and I will always be there to listen, will always be on her side, in her corner, her safe place to fall if ever she needs me.

And isn’t that what we all need? People in our lives who love us, no matter what. People who accept us, people who make you remember that teenage you who thought you could change the world.  And a teenage granddaughter who makes you remember the joy in taking off your shoes, rolling up your pants, and walking in the ocean!


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Love One Another…

I was baptized in the United Methodist Church in our little town in south eastern Pennsylvania in 1950’s. I sang in every choir – children, youth, senior – I took the classes and became a member, I was married in this same church, and I held a service for, and buried my mother from, this church.

I’m pretty much the same person I was when this church rejoiced in my becoming a member, except for the two words I finally had the courage at 50 to say. Two words which would keep me from being welcomed in this church. This church which my family has been going to, and members of, for as long as I can remember.

Two words: I’m Gay.

This blog isn’t about how the United Methodist Church voted to stay the course with their “Traditional Plan” which bans same-sex weddings, and LGBTQ Clergy.

No, this blog isn’t about that – They can ban whatever and whomever they choose, it won’t rid the world of LGBTQ human beings.

I’m writing to question their compassion, their humanity, their living of John 13:34, and that whole Matthew 7:1,2 thing about not judging. They latch onto the versus that say what they want to hear about homosexuality or anything else they want to ban, but, they forget the basis of what Jesus taught. Love… He taught us of love.

The arrogance of someone, anyone, to tell me I’m not worthy to worship because I’m gay – well, it’s goes against everything I was brought up to believe our God was.

It was many, many years before I found myself again in a church. Not a Methodist Church, but an Episcopal Church who welcomes everyone. Every color, every gender, every single one of God’s children who chooses to worship a god of love. They offer a safe space for prayer and song and this universal love and acceptance we all crave in our lives.

It’s never been about tolerance for me. That would mean you believe I’m doing something wrong and you’ll simply put up with me. No, this is about acceptance. Acceptance that I’m living the life I was meant to live, the life God gave me.

Just know you don’t need to go to a church where you feel no sense of community or acceptance. You don’t need to hear that you’re living a life not worthy of God. Find a place of worship that welcomes you, where you feel clean and renewed when you leave.

For you are worthy, your life matters.

“Look out ’cause here I come – And I’m marching on to the beat I drum. I’m not scared to be seen, I make no apologies.

This is me.”

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Love Matters

I stopped writing on this blog in June, 2017. I’m not sure why I stopped, but, I do know I was tired of the lies, and the hate, and I feared the path our Country was starting to travel.

So here we are – it’s February, 2019 and the lies continue, the hate is palpable, and the path we travel as a nation is more divided than ever.

And yes, I’m still tired of it all.

The 2020 Presidential Election is 617 days away. 617 days, and I’m already turning off the television, deleting pages, and blocking people on Facebook, and I’m struggling to keep my blood pressure in check. Again – it’s 617 days away!

I think more than anything; I’m scared.

A new great grandson has arrived into my life and captured my heart. Another is coming in April, and has already taken a piece of my heart. I’m scared what it is we will leave them. What sort of world will they have to raise their families and the families of their children?

We’ve polluted the water, and the air. We’re melting the ice, we’re cutting down the forests, and we’re building walls.

The rich are getting richer, the middle-class is disappearing, and the poor – well the poor are forgotten.

Women are losing the ability to make decisions about their own bodies, LGBTQ citizens are still fighting just for the right to exist, people of color are still dealing with discrimination, and all the while the man in the white house says he’s making america great again.

I fear what unrelenting greatness he will reap upon us before he goes into the dark night.

I’m scared, but silence is not the answer.

The Environment matters.

People matter.

Your voice matters.

Love matters…

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And So We Begin – Again.

I haven’t written on this blog since 2017.  This week I got a message from someone who found my blog, read a few of my pieces, and wrote to tell me that I’ve inspired him.  He’s just come out, and he found strength and courage in what I’ve written.

His words brought me to tears, and made me realize that I must once again find my mojo and bring my Gift of Gab back to life.

Words matter.

People matter.

Lives matter.

Love matters.

And So We Begin – Again.






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Gay Pride Parades – Now More Than Ever

I’m always hopeful when I write about Gay Pride that this will be the last year I have to explain why indeed it is we still need Gay Pride Parades.

Ask me why we need Gay Pride Parades, and I’ll ask you why we need St Patrick’s Day Parades, or Cinco De Mayo Celebrations or Groundhog Day Festivities or Octoberfest or Halloween or May Day, Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, or any other of the myriad of celebrations that happen in a country with such diverse cultures.

Tell me why you celebrate any of these things, and then we can have a conversation about the celebration of Gay Pride.

I’m always hopeful that people will stop asking me why it is we want “special” rights, and me having to explain that we don’t want “special” rights, we simply want the rights promised us in the United States Constitution. The rights promised to every single American Citizen. You know – Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.

Everyone wants/needs their life to be validated.  We’re all individuals, but, we all need love and kindness and acceptance.

I won’t use the word tolerance. I believe in acceptance of people for who they are. Tolerance just means you put up with someone or something. I don’t want anyone to tolerate me, I prefer acceptance for who I am. I mean if you’re simply tolerating me, what’s the point of my being in your life at all?

As for those who believe that being gay is a choice. Let me just this: My being gay is as much my choice as my being 48% Scottish, British and Welsh.  I had no say in any of those things. I’m proud of them all, but I had no choices to make. It’s all a part of who I am.

Unless you are gay and you’ve experience the fear that lies with coming out, you have no clue the importance of Gay Pride.

Unless you’ve been bullied and spit on, or not seated in restaurants, or not given hotel rooms, simply because of who you are – you have no idea of the importance of Gay Pride.

Sadly, I know there are people who aren’t gay who are experiencing these sorts of atrocities right now in these United States of America. People who are being bullied and shot at and spit on and yelled at simply because of who they are, the color of their skin, and what they believe.

I don’t understand the hate, but I do understand that the feeling of empowerment of these haters is coming from the those in our government who have the power to do good and spread kindness and instead they foster resentment and hate and do whatever possible to divide us.

When you have a President, who says it’s perfectly fine to grab women by the pussy, well then, it must be okay to grab women by the pussy, and do whatever you feel is necessary to make you feel like a man. The women want you to do it.

If the President refuses to recognize Gay Pride month, then it must be okay to not recognize the millions of LGBT citizens, and take away those pesky rights we are entitled to.

If the President wants to take away health care from millions of Americans to pander to himself and the other 1%, then it must be okay if you can’t afford the medicine that keeps you or other members of your family alive.

If you have a President who says the Press is bad; with the exception of Fox and Breibart  and Rush and other Alt Right Conspiracy News Makers, and that Crooked Hillary, and President Obama, and President Clinton, and China and  Women, and Gays, and Muslims, and Planned Parenthood, and Black Lives Matter, and Hollywood, and Libtards are responsible for your lot in life – then it must be okay to beat them up and post vile pictures and continue to follow blindly a leader who cares nothing for you or those you profess to love.

It’s sick and twisted, and if you can’t see what’s happening – shame on you.

More to the point – If you stand behind the hatred and divisiveness – shame on you.

This year – Gay Pride matters more to me than ever before.  Vice President Pence is quite clear on his stance on how he feels about LBGTQ Americans. He finds us disgusting, and blames us for the decline of American society. He doesn’t approve of gays in the military, prefers conversion therapy and signed a bill in Indiana that allowed businesses in the State of Indiana to discriminate against gays and lesbians based on their personal religious beliefs – And this man has the ear of the President, and he’s helping to write legislation…

I’ll be cheering on everyone who marches in our San Diego Gay Pride Parade. I’ll be crying with pride, when the military members walk by, and the police and firefighters. And all the churches who support and love their fellow human beings, and when that big gay flag comes at the end – I’ll be grabbing hold – as I have the past 16 years, and I’ll be crying and celebrating and asking the Universe to give the world more love, more kindness, more acceptance, more joy, more understanding, more peace.

Until next year –
Happy Pride.


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