Meanderings of a Zealous Mom

This is a story about art and friendship. Actually, most of life's stories are about that, at least the good ones. This one is about a certain piece I call The Raven and a couple of friends, Erik and Nathanael. Here's the background: I believe in LGBTQ rights. If and when they add more letters to the ever-growing acronym, I’ll be pro those ones too. I am pro every letter of the English alphabet. Also the Greek one. The Cyrillic one. Chinese. Japanese. Alphabets are incredible, beautiful things that, when the elements are combined, give unending breadth to the unique sentience of Humanity. My belief in the rainbow alphabet is not something I announce in many places, because I am a Mormon. I’ll not bother with Mormon-splaining that tangled web, but for the purpose of this story, it’s important to know that within the organization of Mormonism, one particular alphabet arrangement is placed above all others. It is the “traditional” family. I am not simply a support