Greetings from Ann Arbor. Yes, you read it correctly. Emily and I have moved from Ohio to Michigan. As lifelong Buckeyes, it’s a big transition, but we were both ready for a big change.

It was the summer of 1976.  I was 22 years old; my father had just died; I was about to start a new job; my family was a mess; and I was angry, grief-stricken, and confused.  I only had a few days to get it together. 

In the fall of 2022, I began to feel like my brain was starting to heal. I still had some cognitive limitations, including memory, language, balance, and executive function issues. However, I was clearly doing better.

As an Episcopal priest, I have lived at the center of an established church and a privileged society.  Yet in my very being, as a child of an interfaith marriage, a lesbian, and one who has spent a great deal of time with the homeless, I belong to the edge, to the fringe …