Letters 2.14.07


Mad lesbian

Ok I am a lesbian living with my “wife” of three years [“Broad support for gay equal rights in NC, study finds”; July 26, 2006; by Amy Kingsley]. But we have no rights. We can’t get health insurance on us and our children; we can’t get federal help because we are married. We have no rights, and I think it is stupid that a free country will not allow us to get married but Canada has legalized gay marriage and the marriages have all the same rights as any others. How fair is that? How stupid is it for me to worry every day that if I died my children wouldn’t get to see their other mommy? It breaks my heart and kills me to think that people would look down on you the way they do because you are different and that they would punish us for being in love, in true love. That is horrible that a nation of freedom would treat us this way!

Tabitha White-Jones


Caring for the caregivers

Thank you for the article on this issue [“Parents-caregivers getting downsized?”; Jan. 10, 2007; by Jordan Green]. I got it off the National Guardianship Association listserv. I am a “registered guardian” with NGA and a certified fiduciary in Arizona. I hold these titles because I am the mother of an adult child with cerebral palsy who needed protection from the probate community. I am not paid for either as his caregiver or as his guardian.

I have friends who will be affected by this if it becomes a federal mandate or if Arizona takes up the posture that North Carolina has taken. It is not in the best interest of the child to separate the family from the child.

Thanks again for the great article.

Robin Wright-Gordon

Tucson, Ariz.

Delayed reaction

Just found your great, in-depth article on the Tate Street scene [“Tate Street: For rockers, hippies and the homeless… An oasis in a concrete desert”; May 18, 2005; by Jordan Green]. A fine, enjoyable piece of writing.

I’m Jim Clark, too, and I was in the MFA writing program at UNCG from 1976-1980, the same time as the other Jim Clark, who is a friend. Tom Kirby-Smith, of the UNCG English department, dubbed him “Jim Clark, the Elder,” and me “Jim Clark, the Younger.” I was also in a little folk-rock band called Rough Mix that used to play at Aliza’s Café. Great times!

Thanks, and all best

Jim Clark

Wilson, NC