My mother and I are both Leos, born thirty years and two days apart. For my first two decades I was a golden child: straight A’s, well behaved, on my way to the life everyone expected for me. Then I met a woman who allowed me to realize who I truly was.
My upbringing was not overly conservative, but I didn’t know how my mother would react to my falling for a woman. About a year into the relationship, I decided it was time to tell her. I waited until the last night of a visit, sitting at our kitchen table, the site of countless conversations both trivial and monumental.
