After the abrupt death of my mother, Jane, on Sept. 5, 1991, of a disease called amyloidosis, my dad took up golf at 57. He and my mother had always played tennis – a couples’ game of mixed doubles and tennis bracelets and Love-Love. But in mourning, Dad turned Job-like to golf, a game of frustration and golf widows and solitary hours on the range.
Unfortunately, a lot people still don’t understand …– Karamo Brown
Unfortunately, a lot people still don’t understand queer culture.