Lesbian Dad

A place at the table

Throughout high school I felt like there was a big fat party that I wasn’t invited to. Heterosexual normalcy. Dating guys, being “pretty,” being “popular,” the works. Being Not A Virgin. I felt as if I was looking through a thick Plexiglas window at something. Actually, I was. I was

Off they go

A Baba’s eye view of Grandma driving herself, the beloved, and the eldest child off to the airport through the wildfirey haze. Thence to parts Midwestern for a three-day junket to watch Grampy tread the boards in the Role of A Lifetime. Yes, Lear. That Lear. King Lear. Baba stays

back up that-away
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