Lesbian Dad

Food for thought

…shouldn’t– shouldn’t– what?! The boychild and Pops and I went to a cafe long a favorite in my home town — so long a favorite that it’s entirely likely that the inimitable Dr. Maddow supped there.  Okay no one sups there.  But maybe had a stack of pancakes there, or

Sweets for the sage

Out for brunch with DadDad at a local diner frequented by me mum, many years ago.  Therefore it’s a sentimental favorite.  Pops reaches for something to sweeten up his coffee, and contemplates the various colored packets containing faux sugar. “Let’s see: blue, pink, or yellow?”  he asks no one in

A morning with DadDad

Better for the moment not to intersperse these with words — which per usual I have more than enough of, though per usual often not enough time to share ’em. The story that’s there is right fine and true. [Ed note #1: You could of course roll over the pictures

back up that-away
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