The Heartwarming Connection with Haiti
While a man with a charming accent was fixing my less charming TV, curiosity got the better of me. “Where are you from?” I inquired. “Haiti,” he replied. “Oh! I owe a debt of gratitude to your country for my existence!” Intrigued, he paused before sharing, “Although I’ve never met anyone from your background, we learned about your people in high school.” An obscure historical fact emerges: during the 1930s, Haiti provided passports to Jewish individuals fleeing from the Nazis, including my father. To my surprise, tears welled up in the eyes of this amiable man. Timidly, I asked, “May I embrace you?” He nodded, and in that moment, it felt as if an entire nation enveloped me in its arms. — Kathryn Talalay
A Shower, A Love, A Revelation
Whenever Mariah and I shower together, joy prevails. Amidst laughter, we recount our day’s events, vent about work, and make plans for the weekends. I apply lather to her skin, and she playfully counts the freckles on my collarbone, bestowing upon me a sense of beauty. Previously, sharing a shower with another person was a concept that unnerved me. But then I met Mariah, someone with whom I never long for personal space. Showering with her mirrors the essence of love: secure, serene, rejuvenating, and blissful. It’s a peculiar sensation to find solace, comfort, and renewal within a connection that others have condemned as taboo. An existence marked by being both a gay daughter and a product of religious upbringing. But such is life. — Megan Mueller
A Remarkable Love Story
During the 8th grade play, Tod took on the role of Rip Van Winkle while I, seated as the second oboe player in the orchestra, couldn’t help but take notice. Our senior year marked the inception of our relationship, which eventually concluded with heartache and sorrow. A decade later, the rough edges smoothed as we met again for walks with a view of the magnificent Manhattan skyline. It was during this time that I introduced Tod to Jill, a fellow dancer from my Brooklyn class, and I had the honor of presenting a heartfelt poem at their wedding. Three years down the line, Tod brought his tennis partner, Peter, into the picture. Jill pondered if this polite Southern gentleman possessed enough edge to match my outspoken New Yorker demeanor. A moment of truth. The verdict? Peter surpassed all expectations and continues to do so. Game, set, double match. — Gail Esterman
A Father-Daughter Fashion Connection
After a tiring day at daycare, my 20-month-old daughter, Siya, was restless and irritable. When the time came to change her soiled clothes, she adamantly insisted, “Blue shirt! Blue shirt!” I brought forth three different blue onesies, only to have them discarded with disdain. Siya kept pointing towards me. It then dawned on me, as if hit by a lightning bolt of realization: I was donning a striped blue dress shirt. I held up her striped blue onesie, questioning, “Shall we wear this one?” In response, she ecstatically screamed, “Yes, yes!” She yearned to match her attire with her adored father. — Alok Morarka
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