Bob Rannigan reminisces about his daughter in 100 words.
100 Words on Love
I thought of ways to show you my love.
What is love?
Vulnerability can bring you closer or tear you apart.
How can self-acceptance make a difference in one’s perspective?
A scene from any given day in my household
How do you measure love?
Sometimes love isn’t soft, isn’t meek, isn’t mild.
A forever love story.
A call for submissions—whether you are LGBTQ or simply who believe that love is love.
How can we commit to a love ethic rooted in justice?
I’m not searching for the One. The Ones are everywhere.
Embed from Getty Images—The one soul on earth who ever really understood me. My twin soul.We weathered life’s trials and tears clinging to the solace that we gave each other.Brother, who buttoned my shirt, zipped my coat and dried my tears when our neglectful parents wouldn’t.Who stood between me and my father as he was…
Embed from Getty Images—A few days after reviewing a draft of my thesis, my advisor, Dr. Marilyn Rose, passed away—just months after losing her beloved husband, Barry. At her funeral, I found out that Marilyn had spent her remaining days in a hospital bed editing my thesis on her laptop. Fighting chronic pain and illness,…
Sometimes, love is letting go.
How can a father help his daughter break the glass ceiling?