Happy National Coming Out Day :) Most of you know but hey what’s up I’m gay. I struggled with my sexuality for a really long time, I denied it and developed a self loathing for myself because of that. I thought that coming out would be the worst possible thing I could do and that my life would be over and I would never have any friends or family again. Boy was I wrong. I’m not going to lie, coming out was and still is the hardest thing I have ever done, but I’ve had so much support and love. My friends have shown me nothing but kindness about my situation since I came out 4 years ago. My parents showed me from a young age that I don’t have to be afraid to be myself or to stand out and they helped me become the person that I am today. My sister, well Laura is my best friend and she was so supportive of me and has loved me since day 1 and that’s something I can never thank her enough for. I’ve been through a lot in my life, but one thing I will NEVER regret is telling the world who I am and allowing myself to be who I am without boundaries. So, for those of you on the fence about it, I urge you to come out and start making your mark on this world, because the sooner you do, the sooner you’ll realize all the happiness and love that you’ve been missing out on.
No matter gay, straight, or bi, lesbian or transgender lives, you’re on the right track baby, you were born this way 🖤🏳️🌈
My dear friend Laura pitterpatterart has a bold and audacious goal for the month of September — heart month in our fair city of Nashville — and I am all in.
Here’s what you need to know about Laura: She is 100% Laura, all the time and always. She is *for* others. She has the biggest heart, a heart that breaks for children whose own hearts are physically broken, a heart that won’t/can’t rest until every child has a family to call their own. She has cheered for me, for my family, for my #tobythebravestwizard every aching step of the way, even when her own boy was recovering from surgery (that’s her Leo in this photo♥️). She doesn’t turn away from grief or joy or the tension between them— she dives in. She knows what we all know but few of us say out loud: life is absurdly good and beautiful, and it is also painfully, relentlessly unfair. Laura has sat with me in my own grief and joy and suffering, both in person and from the other side of town, determined to make sure we know that we are not alone, that Toby’s minutes and days and months in the hospital are not ignored or forgotten. I would move mountains with this woman, and this month we’re going to give it a try.
During the month of September, pitterpatterart is using every ounce of effort and influence she has to raise money to bring another family’s heart warrior— a priceless, precious image-bearer—to their forever home. And I can’t think of anything I’d rather do here in this space than help her do that.
Will you join us? Will you hope and pray another amazing kid like our Toby—and Laura’s Everett and Amon and Leo—to their own loving home? Give a little or give a lot, or just give a minute to spread the word to your people. Every bit of it matters.
Thanks, friends. I’m grateful for the sea of faces here—faces that represent hearts that beat for the least of these (who are actually the greatest, but that’s a whole other post). Let’s do this. 💪 ♥️🌈⚡️ Details at the link in pitterpatterart’s profile.
LOVE IS LOVE. Celebrating in the face of raging fires and losses of homes wasn’t easy but it was a reminder of what counts in life. A community coming together to make the improbable probable and consecrating the love of two people who up until a few years ago were not allowed to marry. From the girls evacuating our home in Malibu on Friday at 8am in a 5 hour trek along PCH and letting go of five months of Malibu wedding planning, to 4:50 pm Saturday, after relocating 40 out of town guests, securing a new rehearsal dinner location, a new ceremony beach site at Casa Del Mar and a new wedding venue at my brother and sister-in laws over the top beautiful home in Santa Monica, the most magical wedding took place. This weekend reflected what Lindsey Cooper-Berman and Laura Cooper-Berman represent. Grit and grace. Heart and home. Family and friends. Their love elevates one another, each of us and makes the world a kinder and better place. We are forever blessed and welcome our new daughter in law and her amazingly warm family into our hearts and home. Wishing Laura and Lindsey a lifetime of magical moments no matter what the circumstances. As that is the measure of a life well lived.
I love this. It hardly seems possible to be modern and religious but I try. I remember when my sister Laura was alive and she became so pious, I asked her, “Why did you become so religious?” And she replied, “When I got sick, I knew he was the only one who could help me.” So, when the shit hit the fan in my life in the GCC and my real friends proved to be few and far between (it only takes a life altering tower moment in your life to show you who the opportunists are in your life), I prayed and prayed and prayed some more. Don’t ask me my religion because I’ll tell you I believe in God and that’s all that matters, how I access God is my business. It still makes me sick to think that the film I wrote, “Laura and The Dreamer”, about Laura, our family and me, was given to the f-ing arrogant bastard who couldn’t come up with his own film so stole mine. How can people be so evil and lacking in integrity? Luckily, his film is crap because it’s inauthentic and no doubt he’ll go onto steal other people’s films, stories, ideas but still execute them badly...but at the end of the day, there is karma to be doled out, prayers to be said and faith to be fueled. Don’t pity me because I believe in God. God has always had my back where others have left me stranded...
#godfidence #trustandbelieve #nyc
and in the blink of an eye, this chapter of my life has come to an end. from a young age i always knew one day it would, but i kept shoving the thought of it off. as of then, i couldn’t bear leaving the family that has so kindly brought me in as their own. i didn’t realize until yesterday that they’ll never leave me, because they’ll always be closest to me in my heart.
dancing hasn’t always been easy (it’s been pretty far from that i’ll say) and it hasn’t always been kind to me. with every heartbreak (or anklebreak for that matter), that voice in my mind to stop dancing never ceased for a while. i was stuck imagining life without dance, without being able to free myself from the gravity that holds me down. but these indescribable people always pushed that voice out and had me learn from my setbacks, whether onstage, in the studio, or even in school. and the most important thing they taught me was that change is okay. i’m not ready to end my career, but i’m ready to move on and start over, because dance has given me everything it ever could and God, i am so blessed. in all these moments where the stage was mine to conquer, i was nothing but the happiest girl in the world.
i couldn’t thank my teachers Maura, Kate, Laura, and Alyssa more for pointing me always in the right direction. i can’t thank my cashelacademy family enough for always having my back. i can’t thank my parents enough for the endless support through these past 11 years of my life (i can’t thank my feis best friends annie.wier875 norajbauer and natalie enough either for always being the most fun friends i needed in my life). i wish i could relive it all over again, but it seems like this miracle of irish dance only comes once in a lifetime. thank you for the most incredible, most life changing journey i’ll ever experience. this isn’t the last of my irish dancing endeavors, but venturing on my new path in life surely makes it seem that way. i love you all so much. ❤️