Lesbian Dad
A hand holds a found, empty nest.

And now we are two

[Found bird’s nest, Berkeley, CA] The moments collect, each unremarkable on its own. But together they add up to something remarkable: things are different now. The natural-sounding quiet around the house. The realization, as the time approaches that we normally would have started making dinner, that we very well could

My, she’s yar

My, she’s yar

On Tomales Bay, CA, 2011   A month ago yesterday, I left the job I’d been at for eight and a half years. They were eight and a half meaningful ones, spanning the anchor leg of my kids’ childhoods. It was very much the right job to be doing, striking

back up that-away
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