If you told the 24, or even 34 year-old version of me that one day I’d be sharing thoughts publicly on what Pride Month means to me I’d have called you crazy. Or worse, back then, misguided. My path to Pride hasn’t been clear or easy, and it’s probably been more private than some. The truth is, this 44 year-old is still figuring it all out, and every day gives me a chance to learn something new about myself, my community and our place in these evolving and complex times. So what Pride Month means to me is that how you define yourself doesn’t matter. What matters is that you stand up.
Because I “sat down” for a long time.