Steven climbed into the passenger seat of the Toyota Sequoia. "Let's take the back way to Holland, Mom."
I back down our angled driveway and head for H Avenue and then over to Sixth Street. The quiet backroads of Kalamazoo are lined with trees and sprawling green grass in the summertime. Hand-painted signs lean against makeshift structures, offering fresh vegetables and hand-picked strawberries—"Cash only. Leave your $ in the jar." Even after six years I am still fascinated by Midwest living.
Steven starts the conversation. "So, what are you thinking today Mom…about me being gay?"
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