Transgender athletes, bigotry, Pride Month: Connie Schultz reflects
View Comments Pride Month always stirs up a lot of memories for me. They float up like snapshots, a collection of captured moments in time: My daughter’s gay high school guidance counselor insisting that she is worthy of her dreams. Holding my breath as people recite long lists of names of friends and loved ones who have died of AIDS. Pastor Kate officiating at our wedding, even as she is legally forbidden from marrying Jackie, her longtime partner in the front pew. Some pastors are more inspiring than others. I doubt I’ll ever forget that time when a group of right-wing ministers crusade...