Author Archives: Kay Mount

Hi. I hope you are all staying safe as we move into the dog days of this pandemic. So many disruptions. Yet today, I returned to my virtual classroom and to my very real students, for whom I am so grateful. They make me smile. They so want to learn and do well. That’s whatContinue reading “the drawback”

I had to run a few errands, today, and following the CDC’s recent recommendation, I wore a mask. Not just any old mask but one my wife made. And while we no longer live together, and while it looks like divorce is immanent, we continue to strive to be in each other’s lives. We comeContinue reading “Today, I Donned a Mask”

last February, I was invited to participate in a TEDx event sponsored by a student group at Los Gatos High School, where I teach English. The experience of writing, editing, memorizing, and delivering the talk was the capstone for the year I came out as transgender. I was so happy when I learned my talkContinue reading ““Out of the Box: a journey to radical self-acceptance””

So, I did it. I launched this site. I hope you have found your way here because you are interested in or searching for a philosophically minded source for thinking about what it means to be transgender and to make the most of that experience. When I first began to understand that I am transgender,Continue reading “Launch”

Let me tell you a story, a story of light and life as simple as your beliefs will allow and as deep as the world is, indeed, deep as you are and I am.  We do not only dwell in this flesh, yet are forever in the present.  Even now, it seems that oh soContinue reading “Dedication”

Educator by day, poet, painter, artist, and cook whenever possible. I’ve been wondering a lot lately about how to go about telling this story. My story. Our story. I, and probably you, see the popular version of what it means to be a transgender woman in many of our media outlets. First, I am amazedContinue reading “Kay Mount”

i saw the hummingbird this morning, its mad wings humming its perfect tube like nose, that spike so sweet with nectar and the bird’s little heart, hammering to stay aloft as if to turn and look at me, it hesitated, grace on air and darted away, and the sun is shining and the birds areContinue reading “it’s a sunny morning”