I’m a writer. I always have been. I liked writing in high school, I minored in English in undergrad, I wrote essays for years and of course have the ubiquitous novel I’m working on. But I haven’t written much in the last couple of years. In November 2024, my husband at the time lost custody of my step-daughter. Every time she visited before we lost her, we would head to SeaTac airport to put a sobbing queer kid on a plane back to a conservative town in East Texas. In T