Sitting Shiva
Sitting Shiva By shalimar The funeral is over and I'm sitting Shiva for a wonderful woman who was my father. I pull out a print of an e-mail many years ago from a close friend of my father and the note that friend had sent with the e-mail. The e-mail was a chat-log between that friend some others and my father. In the log was the first indication I knew of that my father was transsexual. But that wasn't the reason I received the email or kept it. You see I was eighteen at...