Madonna and kids, exiting the Castro Theater, San Francisco, CA. Okay not that Madonna. This week, in a valiant effort to continue to post fresh content here when I am feeling a lot more like the cat pictured on the most recent LD Weekend bonus shot, I have decided to
[First in a series for Robin Reagler’s Freedom to Marry Week blog carnival, Some/thing oops! What About Love] You want old? Old was what my dad was when, over a dozen years after we’d held a weepy-exuberant commitment ceremony in a botanical garden across the bay, my beloved and I
Most every night I talk with my dad on the phone. Nine-thirty, after the kids are asleep and the house is cleaned. Â Or should be. Â It’s a little late for him to stay up, but it’s the only time we can be assured of no interruptions on my end. It’s