Lesbian Dad

Sharing the table

This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Barilla, but opinions are my own. My beloved and I distinctly remember the moment.  We were sitting at our dinner table in our first wee home. We locked eyes, and said to each other: “We’re ready.”  Ready, finally, to

Home, lost and found

Last Thanksgiving with Dad, 2012, Berkeley, CA.   Twenty years ago last month, I was in the daze of my first weeks without my mother. I had been attending San Francisco Lesbian Avenger meetings during the summer, and then dropped off during the weeks before and after her early September

back up that-away
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