Cousins romp after the ball game, El Cerrito, CA.
“I can jump on two feet! Watch!” And back and forth she galloped, all the while with the legs stiffened out in the upside-down “V”. Then she confided that she innovated this technique after discovering that she couldn’t really hop that well on one foot alone.
And o how this past month went a-galloping by. I thank you one and all for your forbearance during this month-long prose fast, though it seems I fell off the wagon an eensy, teensy bit once or twice. You try it sometime, man. It’s not easy.
Anyhoo (see what happens? I’m so out of practice now, I’m watching myself type words like “anyhoo”), I look forward to returning to my old, semi-loquacious output on Monday, just in time for Blogging for LGBT Families Day.
Good night smooch. (Or, DadDad love Part Deux: As he giveth, so doth he rightly receiveth.)
Not particularly committed to being upright. (Image from back last November.) This reminds me of thoughts I thought the first time I was exposed, daily, to a person this age. Recorded here.
Lesbian Dad is a personal essay/photography blog. It began as a document of my (genderqueer) parenthood but, like life, its ambit has stretched to include much more than I expected.
My kids call me "Baba," and together we work toward a world in which amor really does vincit omnia.