A *truly* pro-family response to a gay son
Considering the timing, it's likely you missed Frank Bruni's Christmas weekend post about family journeys. If so, I encourage you to correct that now:
FOR a long while, my father’s way of coping was to walk quietly from the room. He doesn’t remember this. I do. I can still see it, still feel the pinch in my chest when the word “gay” came up — perhaps in reference to some event in the news, or perhaps in reference to me — and he’d wordlessly take his leave of whatever conversation my mother and my siblings and I were having. He’d drift away, not in disgust but in discomfort, not in a huff but in a whisper. I saw a lot of his back.
KEEP READING: A Father’s Journey [NYT]
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