Gay and lesbian couples love to get married. Again and again. Rather than marrying other people each time, we tend to marry the same people again and again.
Monday, June 25th, 1:00 AM
My alarm disrupts the silence, and in my sleepy, disoriented stupor I think it must be a mistake.
There is pleasure to be had in a work of fiction whose scope spans two generations. Characters are introduced or shown in flashbacks as children, and we see how they fulfill – or don’t – the expectations placed on them by their parents, or how traumas they experience later come to bear. In The Comedown (Henry Holt) – as in Homegoing, Yaa Gyasi’s recent epic of the African diaspora, or Amy Tan’s classic The Joy Luck Club – Rebekah Frumkin explores the ways in which choices made by parents echo through children and grandchildren for decades
I grew up in a liberal household where my parents told me to be what I wanted and to not change for anyone. I was a gay rights activist by the time I was 4 years old, talking openly with anyone who would listen about the passage of Massachusetts’ marriage equality law.
Today, the Reform Jewish Movement adds its voice to those calling on the Senate to reject the nomination of Judge Brett Kavanaugh to the U.S. Supreme Court.