Finding Power in Gratitude
Thanksgiving has gotten me thinking about what we as an LGBTQ community have to be thankful for lately. Recent news has been rather sobering.
Thanksgiving has gotten me thinking about what we as an LGBTQ community have to be thankful for lately. Recent news has been rather sobering.
Today is a day to remember. Twelve years ago today, same-sex couples gained the right to marry in a U.S. state for the first time. In the U.K., on the same day, the government repealed Section 28, which had prevented local authorities from “promoting homosexuality.” And three years to the day later, my spouse and I made our own marriage legal.
My thoughts for the past few days have been in Paris, Beirut, and everywhere around the world that has felt the fear and impact of terrorism.
In an appalling move, Utah Juvenile Court Judge Scott Johansen ordered a foster child removed from the home of a married two-woman couple, saying the child would be better off with heterosexual parent.
“It’s not marriage equality until same-sex parents both appear on birth certificates” say two leading LGBTQ attorneys—and I couldn’t agree more.
In a state first, a Massachusetts court has said a nonbiological de facto mother was entitled to share custody with her ex, the child’s biological mother.
October is LGBT History Month, and I want to celebrate with a look at some of the historical milestones—of laws, visibility, and community—related to LGBT parents in the U.S.
California Governor Jerry Brown yesterday signed a bill that updates assisted reproduction laws in ways that will help same- and different-sex couples as well as single parents to create and protect their families.
Hillary Clinton had some strong, supportive things to say about LGBT parents this past weekend. Some, however, are making much of her previous, seemingly negative comments about us. What to think?
I love the start of fall. It’s still warm, but without the oppressive edge of summer heat. The nights are cool, and the air brings with it the smell of leaves about to change. It’s my favorite time of year for bike riding, when I can pedal past the first hints of yellow and orange in the foliage and feel the change of season in my bones. We’re at a season change in LGBTQ equality, too, I thought to myself on a recent ride.