Fourteen years ago in July, I was on my first date with the woman who would eventually become my life partner and the mother of my children. How we first met is a lesbian cliché par excellence. No, it wasn’t on the softball field. Remember, the beloved is a femmy
Ruminations to follow. Today, a nod to a herstory-making moment in the LGBT Civil Rights Movement. Whether or not you’re unmitigatedly pro-marriage, as an institution; even if you believe that federal rights and protections for all LGBT people would be best served by expansion of the federal Civil Rights Act
Our Baba’s day this year was nothing if not a sign of parental arrival. Half of the events of the day were exactly the stuff of my dreams, pre-parenthood: kids bringing me a breakfast tray in bed; my making pancakes for ’em; us going for a hike and a