We were all irritatingly young at some point. People with older siblings can recall time after time when they tried to fit in, but never quite got there, no matter how many rap discographies they torrented or weird jeans they bought. Absent our siblings, still more of us arrive on college campuses for our freshman
Imagine you and your friend sat down to discuss a simple basketball question: Who is better—Carmelo Anthony or LeBron James? Basketball fans could spend hours debating a question like this. But let’s say you invited me to come along for the discussion. At first, this might seem like a good idea. My co-authors and I
I’m gay. I’m a Christian. I’m a basketball player. Until a couple months ago, I could never combine these sentences. I can now confidently say I am a gay Christian basketball player. None of my identities take precedence over the others, and now there is only one: just Derek. It wasn’t always like that. I
“And how did that make you feel?” I’m in the third-floor office of a psychologist who shares a waiting room with four other doctors. On the other side of her door the scene is like you’d imagine: potted plants, receptionist, pens with fake flowers attached so nobody steals them. A mother sits next to a
