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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 in the suburbs, but back […]

In case you couldn’t make out the tatoo from the earlier post: today’s afterglow of Sunday’s Pride, still goin’ strong. It sure kicks some tot lot #ss.

What they’re giving out at Pride these days—to the family contingent: a condom-shaped packet of SPF 30 sun block.
O how they’ve changed.
This year my Pride began in a friend’s church, of all places—though I think we can all agree that the Unitarian Universalists are not your mother’s church. I had contributed to the […]

Beads courtesy DadDad, who got ‘em flinged at him by some scantily clad lads on a float. Tatoo from Queerspawn. T-shirt, by Baba, reading: AMOR VINCIT OMNIA. Sticker by COLAGE. Not pictured here: rainbow painted on left cheek by Our Family Coalition/COLAGE volunteer face painter, & DIY tie-dye T-shirt.

Lil’ Monkey’s most favorite talisman at the moment is the Jizo Bodhisattva. She has a hard time with the mouthful “bodhisattva,” and has settled on the misnomer “Buddha”; “Jizo” itself comes out more like “Jizoo.” [Update: “bodhisattva” is now approximated by “bodhi’s office.”] Jizoo Boodah has a swing to it, though, and for […]

Bar none, the most fascinating destination point in our humble abode. Months after its discovery, not a pen is capped; no 39 cent postage stamp can be found; no mechanical pencil has retained its structural integrity.

Like most lesbian parents, I think a lot about fatherhood. I think about fatherhood, and about masculinity, not just around the occasion of Father’s Day, but all the time. I think about what my own father has offered me, distinct from what my mother has; I think about what his father gave him, and what […]