I don’t speak enough on Michaela being transgender. I want to though.  It is such a weird dichotomy cherishing all the memories we made in her letting herself be herself so beautifully and knowing I should talk about that journey more

I am participating in the Trans Rights Readathon. I wanted all the books in March to be books that fell under the Trans umbrella, but I had several books already started at the end of February that went into March.

After having about 60 bracelet, I decided I wanted 100 bracelets and to bring them to our local LGBTQ center, on December 6th for Michaela’s birthday.

On Saturday night, I went with friends to a drag show. It was at a place I had never been before. I knew the two people I was going with, in a place I have never been, and a type of event I haven’t ever been to before so as I was getting ready my anxiety started ramping up.

In 2019, Pride was AMAZING for my love and I standing next to her as it was the first time she was fully out as herself authentically. That was the last time we went to Pride.

I love Facebook memories and at the same time they hold so many tears almost always good, but still difficult at times. September 8 always brings up multiple memories.

When I hear things like the “I identified as a dinosaur..” I get upset because the person has such a lack of empathy.

I struggle so much with what she missed out in the here and now. How she didn’t get to finish her transition.

For my 50th birthday I was going to get just the word yes. It was just a couple weeks before my birthday that M was diagnosed the first time with cancer.

I made some simple little bracelets after Michaela chose her new name.

You know those puzzles apps where when you have the right piece it snaps in place automatically and when you don’t it won’t fit. That is how it was for Michaela.

Michaela and Michael are the same person on this website. Preferred name and pronouns are Michaela and she/her though.