I landed in hometown Milwaukee a week ago to clear out the boxes that have been stacked in storage at Hernia Movers since my move to Brooklyn five years ago. Aside from my son Harry’s favorite toys, books and the few items we both wanted from our old house, the contents of most boxes went to Goodwill or were filed in the trash. While sorting, I did uncover a treasure that got me all verklempt: the handmade rainbow-name sweater that my friend Jay brought back from England when Harry was born in the spring of 1990.
Harry was in Milwaukee last weekend, too, for a visit with his dad and a mini-vacation with his boyfriend. So at the end of the day I loaded up the rental car to deliver the boxes marked “Save for Harry” to his dad’s house. And the first thing I heard on the radio was that a federal judge had just ruled Wisconsin’s ban on same-sex marriage was unconstitutional. “Yes!” I shouted to the boxes and again was overcome with emotion. I’d thought often about how wrong it was that Harry didn’t have equal rights in the state of his birth.
The judge’s decision came with a built-in celebration, as PrideFest Milwaukee opened that afternoon at the lakefront. And courthouses around the state planned to stay open until midnight so that couples could get licenses as soon as they heard the news. That meant good news all week as friends and families celebrated happy newlyweds.
As I waited for my delayed flight back to New York yesterday, I was reminded by the man sitting across from me at the gate of my renewed pride for Wisconsin. And because it’s Pride Month across the U.S., I want to share a piece I wrote for The HuffPost last June, a month before this blog was born. It’s titled “A Straight Mom’s Pride.” And, yep, that’s me.