I got an e-mail from my mom earlier today. She was wondering how Buckley and I were fairing with the remnants of Tropical Storm Ernesto, which is now churning over DC. She also commented on an article I’d sent her from the Salt Lake Tribune a couple of weeks ago. I called her on the phone and asked if she’d mind if I quoted her on our blog, and she said it would be fine. The part of her e-mail which means the most to me:
I hope more and more will be accepting and realize that the person hasn’t changed when he or she tells you that they are gay. The only difference is sexual orientation and that is really none of our business anyway. Everyone should be able to love the person they want to.
Love,
Mom
