My husband knows there is another person who has stolen my heart. His name is R.J.. He's got caramel brown skin, moves like Michael Jackson and is two-and-a half years old. R.J. is my nephew. He is Harvard bound. Yet more Black boys are likely to grow up and go...

Coming out as Christian means coming out for love. Last Sunday, July 24, I went to the Manhattan Marriage Bureau on the first day same-sex couples could marry legally in New York State, dressed in my purple clergy robe. I went to congratulate couples...

I am old enough to remember drinking at the colored only water fountain in Ruleville, Mississippi, my mom's hometown when I was five years old in 1964. My mom grew up in Sunflower county, a place that gave birth to activist Fannie Lou Hamer, and a little boy named Emmett...

My parents wrestled with the idea of me marrying my partner. The sanctuary was packed but my father didn't come. Dad was brought up in the Deep South and my husband looked like the people who had practiced the nauseating hatred of Jim Crow in my father's hometown. News of...