Lesbian Dad: notes from the crossroads of mother and father

Voyage of the Bagel

Posted Date: July 5, 2006January 4, 2017

This morning the Little Monkey looked up from her bagel and saw a bird out the window on the deck railing. I said, “Look, sweetie! Do you see the birdie?” To which she replied, “Cal-a-for-nya Tow-hee.” To which I toppled over backward off my chair. Mind you the wee mite

Family values

Posted Date: July 4, 2006July 4, 2006

I get allergic smelling hay*

Posted Date: June 30, 2006October 23, 2006

Close, but no cigar. Yesterday Monkey and I went to the Little Farm, where local city slickers take their youngins to observe the pastoral delights most of us have never known firsthand (yet there they keep showing up, in all the books we read our kids). I myself was reared

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Voyage of the Bagel

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I get allergic smelling hay*