Lesbian Dad

Baba, a name I call myself

Part two of a six-part series of excerpts from “Confessions of a Lesbian Dad,” originally published in Confessions of the Other Mother: Non-biological Lesbian Moms Tell All (Ed. Harlyn Aizley. Boston: Beacon, 2006).   [Series intro and backstory here.] A few months after I outed myself as a butchy lesbian

Parenthood is a very gendered thing

Part one of a six-part series of excerpts from “Confessions of a Lesbian Dad,” originally published in Confessions of the Other Mother: Non-biological Lesbian Moms Tell All (Ed. Harlyn Aizley. Boston: Beacon, 2006). [Series intro and backstory here.] I didn’t always know I would be a lesbian dad. Sure, I

Buy? Humbug!

[Happy first night of Hanukka, people!] Okay, maybe Ebeneezer Scrooge was a bit cranky. And of course I don’t condone his (pre-conversion) obsession with commerce over compassion. But the Grinch, Scrooge’s Seussian counterpart, had a point. Sure, he took it all a bit too far, making children cry and such.

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