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Ellen Adele Harper's avatar

Excellent advice. As a federal political prisoner, the holidays meant only limited access to rec, the library, and the chapel. And a meal that was better than average. When I got out, and came out, the family I had before going to prison no longer existed. My father died of cancer a month before I went down. My mom moved to TN where my sister could look after her. I talk to her Christmas morning, but in her senility, it is not much of a conversation. My wife had moved back to her family in southern Indiana. She would soon divorce me, though we remained friends until she died last summer in a car accident. I haven’t seen or heard from any of my cousins since I got out and came out. And my best and oldest friend, now a Trump cheerleader, turned on me viciously when I came out to her. My lesbian daughter visited me for a while today. She liked the present I gave her, but she couldn’t stay long.

So I don’t really celebrate holidays much anymore more. However, for me every day is Christmas & Thanksgiving, New Year’s Day and So’hain. Every day is a celebration of life, love and the communion of existence. Whatever the circumstances, I celebrate every moment of existence.

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Tripp Burton's avatar

As always, thank you for this. Thanksgiving was our first big holiday since my thirteen-year old came out, and while things went well, we also learned a lot. These small tips are so helpful!

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