In the sacred space of this library my emotions suddenly became heightened with very sweet memories of my mom. I am not used to sharp focused pleasant memories; the lens is usually colored by so many other thoughts. She was one smart cookie and probably would have flourished in an academic life, not raising five children.
In a nanosecond, the answer popped into my head. “I think I am gay.” I will forever remember the time between when the thought became the spoken as I stared off into space. I thought about the previous ten years when I had made various attempts to come out.