“There are hundreds of reasons for Daniel and meto be impossible. History has not been kindto two boys who love each other like we do.But putting that aside. And not even consideringthe fact that a hundred and fifty years ago,his family was in a small town in Russiaand my family was in a similarly small townin Ireland- I can't imagine they could haveimagined us here, together. Forgetting our gender,ignoring all the strange roads that led to usbeing in the same time and place, there is stillthe simple impossibility of love. That all of ourcontradicting securities and insecurities,interests and disinterests, beliefs and doubts,could somehow translate into this commonuncommon affection should be as impossible as walking to the moon. But instead, I love him.”

“I put my hand on him. Touching him has always been important to me, it was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches, my fingers against his shoulder, the outsides of our thighs touching as we squeeled together on the bus. I couldnt explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stiching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?”

“We build deep and loving family relationships by doing simple things together, like family dinner and family home evening and by just having fun together. In family relationships love is really spelled t-i-m-e, time. Taking time for each other is the key for harmony at home. We talk with, rather than about, each other. We learn from each other, and we appreciate our differences as well as our commonalities. We establish a divine bond with each other as we approach God together through family prayer, gospel study, and Sunday worship.”

“If I have any faith at all, I guess that's it. Faith in the small love that keeps our family together.”

“He remembered his mother's love for him, and his family's, and his friends', and the enemy's intention to kill him seemed impossible.”

“Every time I have seen families embrace and accept their homosexual family members, nothing bad had happened! The association has always been positive and loving, caring "family" experience has only grown and flourished. They are available to each other for that family support that is so valued in our culture. Families are strengthened not weakened. When families have rejected their homosexual family members it has not turned out well, even when that rejection was done 'lovingly.' You know, love the sinner...hate the sin? I've known homosexuals rejected by their families who looked for acceptance in all the wrong places. Bright, promising lives lost to drugs, disease, and death. I've seen families who reject those they should love, depriving themselves of that valuable relationship. (120)”