TRAVELING QUEER AND FAR
THE TIME TO stop hiding came as we sat in the back of a van somewhere along the road between Ranthambore National Park and Udaipur. Not that we’d ever been trying to hide, exactly. But we knew the moment would come.
Packing for our trip to India, I had brought it up. Sarah and I were taking our daughter, Willa, four years old at that point, to Delhi for her godmother’s wedding, after which we were going to explore the country for a few weeks. We wouldn’t advertise that we were two moms traveling with a kid—I wasn’t going to get T-shirts printed or anything—but if we were asked directly? Willa was old enough. If we hedged, or seemed uncomfortable, or worse, lied and said yeah, we were just friends or sisters, she would
