Lesbian Dad

Your children are not your children

Nine months and two weeks’ worth of our daughter, September 2004. We had the great good fortune last night to attend a performance of Chanticleer, the men’s choral ensemble. Every December the San Francisco-based group finishes up a national holiday touring schedule with local performances. Thanks to the devotion of

Last days

We’re not the only ones to feel the poignancy of the time. I can’t decide whether the coming of her sibling represents a betrayal of our undivided attention — which of course it is — or a blessing, since a (would be) life-long companion is coming her way. As with

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