I heard the same voicemail. I am thankful his personal essay swayed my mother to choose him as my donor, and that his writing compelled me to discover and pursue all of my passions in the classroom and on the stage.
This book really is a mentor. Because we are dealing with a 1st person narrator, the given point of view is limited and unreliable. Stanley Dankoski and I both attended a writing workshop several years ago.
The full extent of the queerness falls beyond the scope of this essay, but we will pick up some important issues by working throughout this piece of literature chronologically and only deviate from this schemata if qu e er-references are inevitable. His essay is the sole connection I have to a man I will never meet.
I saw someone else walking me down the aisle.