When you work in television news, you don’t think very deeply about your own life. In journalism school, you’re taught not to. But life is life. We all live it every day. And we all have a story. Here is mine.
I grew up in a house filled with love. I lost my father at eight years old, but I was blessed with a mother who filled that void. Was it always easy? No. But she made it feel like it was.
I’m not exactly sure when I realized I was gay, but I think it was actually around those very early years. What can I say, I was ahead of my time!
It was fourteen years later when my truth finally came “out”.
I told a few friends at first. Let’s be honest; they already knew. But isn’t that the case with good friends?
Being gay at my age still wasn’t easy. My best friend at the time was straighter than straight. He knew (he later told me that), but he was still my best friend. Perhaps I shouldn’t, but I actually give him a lot of credit.
But, who am I kidding; the “other F word” was still dropped around me often, though not directed toward me. Heck, even my sister was a fan of the phrase “That’s Gay” to describe stupid life situations. Awkward! I wasn’t being made fun of or beaten up, but, let’s just say, it was uncomfortable. And trust me; I know people have endured far worse.
Back to that term, “uncomfortable”. I wasn’t just uncomfortable with the people around me, I was uncomfortable with myself. And believe it or not, I have this crazy world of television news to thank for changing that.









