LesbianDad

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday, dear Popsters
Happy Birthday to you.
Eighty-seven years old
And your heart’s still pure gold
You’d-a never thunk up
All the things you’d behold.
Travelled far, been to war
Snagged my mom — what a score!
Three-plus decades professing
Who could ask for much more?
Oh, but there is just one thing
That I know life […]

[Warning: jumbo post alert. But this is about Julie Andrews, among other things, so I must be forgiven.]
We are all of us preparing around the house for a very important family event later in the week. Thanksgiving? Naaaaaw. I mean, that’ll be wonderful, sitting around a […]

A short holiday note to say that on Veteran’s Day (which it is here in the USA), I lament, as do so many, that anyone is ever a veteran of a war, and I take a long, deep breath in sober contemplation of all who are. And I thank the dieties that my own […]

The lil’ peanut followed in his sister’s footsteps yesterday at the Fourth of July BBQ chez DadDad’s retirement community, smiling brilliantly in the face of whosomever looked at him and charming ‘em by the baker’s dozen. The ladies, they couldn’t get enough of him.
He’s taking after his namesake, to whom the gals rush […]

We begin the day sharing breakfast at a spiffy cafe with the Baba across the street and her family. Yep, we are so blessed that not only does a lesbo couple live across the street, they spawned, their girl is six weeks younger than ours, and one of the parents is a butch gal […]

At our family’s dining room-away-from-home.
There are two kinds of lovers of literature: those who savor every word and image, regarding characters like they were old friends and old enemies. Then there are the rank opportunists, shameless scavengers who traipse through Great Books with the sole intention of poaching a random line here and there […]

Out at breakfast the other day with the lil’ monkey, the beloved, and Pops. After an enjoyable meal during which we all agreed with each other about the kidling’s charming precociousness (surprise, surprise!), Pops smiles conspiratorily, gestures with a tip of his head to a neighboring table, leans into me and says, “That boy […]