Time to Fly…
One of my favorite parts of summer is waking up to the sound of birds. It reminds me of when my family and I would vacation at a Texas lake near an old dirt road. I remember waking up to the smell of buttered jam biscuits, sunlight at the foot of my bed, and an orchestra of birds that seemed to be chirping only for me. In my life, birds have always represented hope, rebirth, and the start of a new chapter. I’ve thought a lot about this in recent weeks as memories of last year’s Pride month continue to flood my mind with both grief and renewed purpose. In June 2020, the Black Lives Matter protests permeated our lives at the same time Pride marches turned virtual, many small LGBTQ+…