Where’s the parade, Kansas City? Lessons from a month of Prides in Kansas

I’m old enough to have seen a lot of Pride celebrations. My first was in San Francisco in 1982. I was 19 years old, freshly transplanted to Berkeley from my home in Nebraska. My mind was blown as soon as I stepped onto an East Bay BART train packed with other high-spirited gay people, all… Continue reading Where’s the parade, Kansas City? Lessons from a month of Prides in Kansas

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From one ink-stained gal to another: Thank you, Kristi Parker

I didn’t know Kristi Parker well. But like thousands of Kansans I did know her – through her invaluable work. Parker edited and published the monthly Liberty Press for more than 25 years, delivering stacks to businesses around Wichita and stuffing copies into manila envelopes to mail around the state (sometimes with a personal note… Continue reading From one ink-stained gal to another: Thank you, Kristi Parker

A young singer convinces me the National Anthem might belong to LGBTQ Americans, too

When I went to Wichita’s annual Pride rally and march in September 2014, I’d only been working in radio for a few months. Over decades as a print reporter, I’d often interviewed sources using a tiny Olympus tape recorder, but for most of my journalism career I’d never known all of the other important ways… Continue reading A young singer convinces me the National Anthem might belong to LGBTQ Americans, too