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
[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.
[Note: this is the unedited version of what was read at the 2008 BlogHer conference, where it had to clock in at a lean, mean, under-five minutes’ read.] It was a winter morning when we discovered we were pregnant with our first child — our first pregnancy following a