Amanda Finley

There’s a story I heard growing up about a man walking along a beach covered in starfish. He started picking them up, one by one, and throwing them back into the ocean. Someone stopped him and looked down the beach at all the starfish he could never possibly reach. “Why are you doing that?” they asked. “You can’t save them all.” The man picked up another starfish and threw it into the water. “Well,” he responded. “I saved that one.” I think of this story when people ask me—a 49-year-old straight Midwestern woman—why I keep opening my door to queer […]