For the Long Run

In May 2016, I met photographers Saul Bromberger and Sandra Hoover when they exhibited at a dinner hosted by Project Open Hand in celebration...

When I first heard last year that my alma mater—West Virginia University, in Morgantown—had opened a new LGBTQ+ Center, I must admit, I was...

New Year’s Eve 2017: my sixty-fifth birthday. As I write this, slightly more than a month before the dreaded day, I wish I could...

Meet Tommy, My Tumor When you are a long-term survivor, it's always one thing after another by Hank Trout Sickness will surely take the mind Where minds can’t...

I Am My Own Best Advocate Never hesitate to challenge your doctors—you know your body best! by Hank Trout A couple days before Thanksgiving 2016, I woke...

Around the first of April of this year, I began using a wheelchair when I leave the apartment. This was an inevitability that I...

Relentless "Gratitude"? Maybe the glass really is half-empty, & maybe that’s okay by Hank Trout It seems that every time I log on to Facebook and check...

Protecting Our Own We are our first, last, best defense against abuse by Hank Trout At a recent Saturday morning coffee, I spoke at length with artist/photographer...

For the first time in the thirty-eight years since I moved to San Francisco in 1980, I didn’t attend the Pride Parade and Celebration...

Voice & Dance Lessons We should remember to celebrate friends helping friends by Hank Trout Friends have brought to my attention that my For the Long Run...