Every time I look at our daughter and some new hi-jink that she’ got herself up to, I run through a quick series of thoughts, which go something like: (1) O my god that was impossibly adorable &/or amazing. Then (2) I have to share this with somebody (i.e.
“Don’t let the pigeon ride the bus!” she cries. In falsetto. Times infinity.
Butch Mama chum representing along SF LGBT Pride route, June 27, 2005. So, where did we leave off, from Mommy wars, the lesbian episode, part 1? Ah, yes: how it comes to be that spawning kids, or adopting them, or any other parental variant, manages to be both radical and