I’m moving this week, so I’ve been silent, but right now the movers are getting everything out of my house and I have a moment, so I thought I would share this.

Yesterday while driving around I saw a bunch of wildflowers and it brought back a long forgotten memory of childhood. I remembered one time when I was sitting in the grass with the (other) neighborhood girls and we were making daisy chain necklaces and putting flowers in our hair. I always loved putting daisies behind my ears as a kid. But when I came out in college my mother insisted that there had never been any signs I was trans. How funny is that?