01Oct

Five years later, no regrets, but I’m sad and fearful about the way the wind is blowing

How scary was it to come out five years ago? Read on and find out, but be warned it gets a bit icky.

19Sep

The one where I tell you I haven’t had a drink in a year

As of 11:18 p.m., I’m one year alcohol-free.

01Oct

Three years in, some nouns and verbs about being three years ‘out’

Three years ago today, I came out as a transgender woman. The past year has been the hardest of the three.

09Aug

Ten years ago today, my car and I left Louisiana for a new life

Ten years ago today, I got in my Honda Civic to start a 3,140-mile drive to a new home and a new life.

10Oct

Remembering my first day at work as Carly, openly

The first two people I bumped into on my first day at work openly as a woman were men. My brief interactions with them helped to ease my anxiety about such a big day.

04Oct

In which my therapist and I revisit my coming out to her

I came out to my therapist as transgender long before coming out to you. This week, we reflected on that turning point in my journey.

01Oct

Carly’s second birthday, and the long and winding road to her(e)

Two years after coming out as a transgender woman, I use a lot of words to say a little bit more about that journey.

29Sep

As I struggled to assemble the sofa bed, it helped me start to put together the real me

Trying to put together furniture from Ikea reduced me to tears, and then something unexpected and ultimately transforming happened.

28Sep

The cuddle that’s a big part of my journey from there to here

The time I wrote about “the unbearable lightness of lightness,” unpeeling and yet still hiding the real me.

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Five years later, no regrets, but I’m sad and fearful about the way the wind is blowing

The one where I tell you I haven’t had a drink in a year

Three years in, some nouns and verbs about being three years ‘out’

Ten years ago today, my car and I left Louisiana for a new life

Remembering my first day at work as Carly, openly

In which my therapist and I revisit my coming out to her

Carly’s second birthday, and the long and winding road to her(e)

As I struggled to assemble the sofa bed, it helped me start to put together the real me

The cuddle that’s a big part of my journey from there to here

Ladies, start your engines!