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

Do something about cancer

Everyone complains about cancer but few of us do anything about it.  Not because it doesn’t touch us; it does. I don’t know a person whom it hasn’t, directly or indirectly. It has changed (more appropriately rent) the fabric of my family of origin dramatically. (Aunt. Mother. Nephew.) Most of us

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