Carol Lynn Pearson and Me

As a child, I had no idea why Carol Lynn Pearson was important to my mom.  I knew that my mom owned many books of Carol Lynn Pearson’s poetry, and I have a vague memory from the late 1980s of driving by a house and my mom saying excitedly, “That’s where Carol Lynn Pearson lives.”  I was not exactly sure who this Carol Lynn Pearson was, but I knew somehow that she had impacted my mother.

Fast forward about fifteen years.  I’m married, living in the suburbs, and riding the bus into the city for work.  My sister recommends that I read Goodbye, I Love You during my commute.  I take her advice.  I get a copy of it from the library, and I begin to read.  On that 40-minute ride to work, my childhood memories of Carol Lynn Pearson come flooding back to me.  Tear sting my eyes and stain my cheeks.  I arrive at work forever changed and unable to put the book down.

You see, my dad is gay, and he left our family in the mid-1980s, around the same time my mom seemed to have an admiration for Carol Lynn Pearson, whose husband Gerald was also gay.  Her book Goodbye, I Love You is about their courtship and marriage, his struggle as a gay man with a family, and her struggle as a loving wife who must learn to let go.  This book seemed like an anchor that had been thrown to me.  My sister knew how much reading Ms. Pearson’s account of her life would impact my own emotions on our childhood.  That’s why she recommended the book.

This book impacted me so because I never realized that anybody had experienced what I had experienced.  I guess I should have understood that the world is full of people with problems and issues.  I should have guessed that a few of them (or maybe many of them) had fathers or loved ones who were gay.  However, until reading Goodbye, I Love You, I did not fully comprehend that I was not alone.  Also interesting to me was the fact that Ms. Pearson has four children, all of whom knew what it was like to have a family similar to mine.

Growing up, I did not speak to anybody about my dad.  I loved him, I visited him as frequently as possible, and I kept his secret.  I found out when I was eight or nine years old.  The discovery was traumatic, but I worked my way through it.  An account of that experience was published in Sunstone in December 2008 and can be read here.  However, I kept this secret to myself because my mom said that my dad didn’t want anybody to know.  I’m not sure if that’s true; I guess I should ask him.  But we did live in a small, rural town where people would likely talk or shun.  I believe my mom did not want this to happen, and I can hardly blame her for that.

Carol Lynn Pearson’s book allowed me to feel comfortable talking about my experience.  It helped me to realize that there are issues related to my experience that must and should be talked about.  It allowed me some freedom of carrying this heavy load alone.  I did not have to keep my life’s circumstances a secret.  I could talk to friends about what happened.

After finishing the book in a day or two, I of course called my sister to discuss its contents.  I also sent an email to Carol Lynn Pearson herself, expecting no response.  (I had previously written to one of my favorite authors, Joyce Carol Oates, who never responded.  However, I can hardly blame Ms. Oates.  My letter wasn’t anything special or worth responding to.)  Yet, Ms. Pearson responded immediately.  The day I sent the email, she emailed me back.  She informed me that her daughter, named Emily like me, had also married a gay man and had started a website (no longer in existence) called We Are Wildflowers.  I found this information interesting and tragic.

Although I had dated some boys in high school who later turned out to be gay, I had carefully selected my husband based on the fact that I knew he was NOT gay.  He didn’t show any overt interest in my piano playing (my gay boyfriends always had), he did not know how to sew or French braid hair, and he absolutely loved college football.  Now, I know these are stereotypes, but to me they were comforting and emblematic.  I did not want to repeat my mother’s experience or open my children up to the possibility of divorce or heartache because of homosexuality.

Now, because my dad is gay I have learned many good things.  I have a well-earned empathy for those struggling with this issue and possible complications with their families and friends.  The experience taught me that it is not my job to judge others, but to instead focus on what I can do to make my own actions better.  It has also taught me not to base my impressions of people on one aspect of their life or character.  Everybody is different, and everybody deserves a chance to be loved and accepted.

Carol Lynn Pearson has another book on this subject called No More Goodbyes: Circling the Wagons around Our Gay Loved Ones.  My sister bought it from a display Ms. Pearson manned herself.  Afton burst into tears upon meeting Ms. Pearson, who kindly put her arms around my sister and calmed her.  Not a word was exchanged, yet Ms. Pearson knew what had inspired those tears.  After their poignant moment, my sister bought two copies of the book: one for her and one for me.  Both copies are signed with personalized messages.  It is a book I treasure, not necessarily because of its content, but because it represents a connection I’ve had with Carol Lynn Pearson since I was a child.


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    1. Thanks, Erin. I don’t know if we are strong, but we were forced to face hard issues at a young age. I think that’s what makes a person strong. Sometimes we experience hardships kicking and screaming, but in the end we are, hopefully, better for it.

  1. Just a note from an older person, Carol Lynn Pearson was very popular long before the book about her husband came out. Her books of poetry were loved and quoted often. She has a wonderful way of saying things in just a few words. She even wrote a musical play, The Order is Love. Her book, Goodbye, I Love You, was an eye opener to everyone and she was able to reach others like your family and let you know that you were not alone. Aunt Margaret Petersen

    1. Aunt Margaret,
      Thanks for reading my blog! It is fun to get your insight on Carol Lynn Pearson. I don’t feel like I ever really knew of her the way I “know” celebrities and such now. I sure love her books, though. She is a great writer.

    1. You are so sweet, Jennie. A lot of people told me that it made them cry or get emotional. It’s funny because while writing it, I didn’t, but I think that’s because I have spent so many years crying that now my tears are all dried up and I’m ready to move on!

  2. My favorite work of Pearson’s is the musical My Turn on Earth.

    Loved this post. When my cousin came about almost 20 years ago, my aunt sent her sisters (my mom) Pearson’s book as well as some other literature on homosexuality. My mom read it and let me read it, for which I will be forever grateful. The next day at work as I was pondering my new paradigm shift, my co-worker, a student aide, asked me what was going on. I told him my story and then he came out to me as gay. We found out that his parents and my aunt and uncle were already friends, having met in a support group for Mormon parents of gays. Since then, I have had more gay people put in my path than I can count. I have wondered what I was supposed to learn from these encounters and the best I can come up with is that they did not choose this. I wish I understood more. I’m impressed with the way your family handled your terribly difficult situation. Thanks for sharing.

    1. Thanks for reading, Sylvia! I do think that those who have had more contact with gay folks, whether they be family members or friends, tend to be more compassionate. But isn’t it that way with everything? It’s easy to judge when you know nothing, but gray areas tend to surface once we educate ourselves or become more emotionally involved with any person or issue.

  3. Wow. What a powerful testimony to the true love of God. Both of our religions have many believers who misunderstand homosexuality, but I admire your perseverance in believing and loving your father. I’ll have to read some of Carol Lynn Pearson’s poetry. Thank you for sharing!

    1. Thank you, Ariel. I am committed to my religion, but I agree that some Christians could be a little more loving and less judgmental. I just try to make sure that I am not one of those, and it sounds like you do too. Thanks for reading!

      1. I certainly do try. I have many friends who are homosexual, and I dated a guy who struggled with it as well. It makes me sad that the church is so bad at showing this population love.

        1. It seems like anybody who has experience with somebody who is gay is more sympathetic. I think that’s a good thing. Of course, there are stories of parents disowning children when they find out, and I just can’t imagine that our Heavenly Father would react that way. Love is always the best response.

  4. Wow, I had no idea. The first clue I had was when I read your post about gnoche. But I didn’t realize you knew when you were younger about him. I have been wanting to read CLP’s books. I can’t wait to now. I love that the church has finally made a website addresssing the issue, even though it’s still very Mormony, I think it was HUGE for the church to admit it’s not a choice. Small strides, but good.

  5. I’m so happy for your family that you’ve chosen to love and accept your dad. I hope he’s found happiness and a loving and supportive community (we have lots of them out here in MA!).

    1. Thanks! I’m glad too. Living that way I did before, with such fear, was no way to live. Since I accepted it, things have been better for me emotionally. We’ve always had a good relationship, but it helped me to just be.

  6. Thank you for sharing your story. I have had friends on both sides – one who married a man and then came to terms with the fact that she was gay, and another who went through a difficult marriage with a gay man. No children were involved though. Nonetheless, so heartbreaking for all involved and it speaks to the incredible oppression gays live under when they are too fearful of being themselves or being true to themselves. You wrote so movingly about your dad and the impact the experience has had on you.

    Do you know Erin Margolin? She is an active “mom blogger” and writer who started the Gay Dad Project. Her father is gay. Here is her URL:

    1. It is certainly an issue that has happened to more people than we think. I used to think I was alone. I haven’t heard of that blogger, so I will check out her site. Thanks!

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