(Something a little lighthearted at an otherwise somber time for me. Originally published several weeks ago as my Mombian newspaper column.) I’d only ever done gay cruising before. No, not that kind of cruising—I mean the floating around on a big ship kind. My in-laws recently took my spouse, our son, and me, plus my
Earthquakes, hurricanes . . . I’m waiting for the locusts. We’re battening down the hatches here in New England in preparation for Hurricane Irene. I usually cast a skeptical eye on the sensationalist weather forecasting that seems to be the norm these days, but in this case, I think precautions are warranted. Best wishes to those
It’s back-to-school time, so let’s do a fun little poll for all of us who have children braving the wilds of education: [polldaddy poll=5451069]
It’s been one of those weeks, so I’m going to forgo my usual political roundup for something a little more lighthearted. On our vacation last week, my spouse and I played some fierce games of Scrabble. It’s a long-time habit with us, and we in fact own travel Scrabble sets in at least three different sizes. (Geeks,
(Originally published as my Mombian newspaper column.) The two eight-year-old girls said that meeting each other was like a dream come true. They both had similar interests—gymnastics, dance, singing, and songwriting—and similar styles in hair and clothing. Not only that, but for each of them, it was the first time they had met another child
I’ve been delighted and fascinated by your great responses to yesterday’s unscientific survey on what our kids call us—so much so, that I’m going to encourage readers again to participate, if you haven’t already. (Please click the link to submit your answers to the spreadsheet; don’t just leave a comment.) So far, we’ve got lots
One of the first questions that crosses prospective LGBT parents’ minds is “What will our kids call us?” And many of us also search for what to call donors, surrogates, birth parents and other similar figures in our children’s lives. So here’s a small way to share some of that information—just fill out the anonymous form below.
My eight-year-old son is on a secret agent kick right now. He runs around the backyard talking into an old, bulky, non-working digital watch I gave him, and plots the overthrow of evil villains. I’m pleased to say our backyard is villain-free. (Unless you count the mosquitoes, but I think they’re the henchbugs of a distant insect overlord.)
There’s a new summer camp for kids with LGBT parents! Camp Highlight joins a small list of other such camps, and has burst onto Twitter with a flurry of posts in the last day or so. I don’t have any personal experience with it, but I’m happy to pass along the information so you can
Gay dad Jeff Lutes posted a clip about his family over at Bilerico, and I wanted to share it here as well. He, his partner Gary Stein, and their three kids were recently profiled by Yimou Lee of NPR affiliate KUT and “Reporting Texas.” Lutes talks about their family life, the commonalities and differences between
