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Viewpoint:
The memorials that sprung up happened overnight: First some candles, then flowers, letters, photocopied missing person signs, art by kids. Soon Union Square was a patchwork of offerings, and people congregated like reverent churchgoers to pay their respects. [Read More]
Living
Out: In 1982 Eugene, lesbians were feeling our feminist oats, surging toward equality, and coming out in droves. Back home, my family avoided my queerness as much as I asserted it. That was the year my blatantly heterosexual sister was getting married. My kid sib Judi — that's Judi with an i, topped with a smiley face for a dot — inherited Mom and Dad's lack of appreciation for my lifestyle. [Read More]
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