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Orville Peck and Southern Gay Pride
When being honest and vulnerable pays off
Days and nights go by, and we can all be pardoned for missing beats and confusing the darkness, the dawn, the twilight, and the broad daylight.
We drove to Charlotte, NC, last Friday, the day after our former chief executive was found guilty on 34 counts of using hush money to affect the 2016 election. Listening to the news put me in that headwind sensation of driving for forty miles and suddenly realizing that I must not have been paying attention to the road. Not that I came close to having an accident, but somehow we passed Cowpens, SC, and had reached our needed coffee exit before I knew that I needed the caffeine.
I have thoughts on this particular moment in our national existential daydream, but they aren’t the thoughts I want to dwell on, though they do affect whatever else might come from my keyboard this morning.
If you asked me what I was most proud of, what I have the most pride in, I’d likely say my forty years of marriage, our two married daughters, our sons-in-law, our granddaughter, and our overall healthy family. I’m not sure, however, just what pride feels like. Is it the same as happiness, contentment, joy, and deeply-felt love?
