It’s just my luck that we had a sleet storm here in the Hudson Valley yesterday, when the movers packed all our stuff onto a truck. Yes, the move to the Boston area that I mentioned back in October has finally arrived, despite the vagaries of the housing market and New York real-estate laws, which […]
I don’t often write about my family’s daily happenings, but this incident was too funny not to relate.
I was watching Iron Chef America the other night. Chef (and out lesbian mom) Cat Cora was cooking a dozen different things with ostrich, the episode’s “secret ingredient.” I have to admit, I love Iron Chef. The exaggerated, sports-style commentary, the kitsch . . . it’s entertainment at its best, with a few real cooking
My partner and I are now officially married under the laws of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. We had a small ceremony in Newton on Saturday, and then spent the night in Cambridge while my parents took our son home with them. It was a nice time for just the two of us, and a chance
Marriage on the brain this week, I’m afraid. My own will be this Saturday, which, by complete coincidence, is also the third anniversary of the Goodridge decision that legalized same-sex marriage in Massachusetts. If we’re lucky, we’ll get the Leonid meteor shower to provide us with some fireworks. Farther afield, the BBC News yesterday highlighted
First, thanks to all of you who have sent me good wishes for my impending nuptials. I’m humbled by your kind thoughts. Our chosen Justice of the Peace e-mailed us some sample vows. She’s a lesbian herself, and understands that we’re celebrating our thirteen years together as much as our new marital status. The vows
My partner and I applied for a marriage license in Massachusetts Friday, though we weren’t sure we’d be able to do so. We explained to the very nice clerk in the Gloucester City Hall that we did not yet have a home in the state, but my partner will be starting work there on Monday.
The first in what will hopefully be a short-lived series on our house selling and buying experience: Tip #1 for keeping a house clean for buyers yet tolerable for pre-schoolers: Buckets. Lots of buckets. I favor the 35-pound cat-litter pails from our local warehouse store. (In truth, I’d been saving the empties for a while
Today, I’m happy to provide a field report for all you new lesbian moms out there. I now have proof positive that it is not necessary to have a father in the home to teach one’s son to pee standing up. Despite the assertion of the New York Court of Appeals that “a child benefits
It’s been raining a lot this week: Place two kitchen chairs, one behind the other. Seat your preschooler on one. Hand him or her a pie pan for a steering wheel and a vacuum-cleaner hose for a firehose. Instant fire truck. Minimalist? Perhaps. It was good for a whole 15 minutes at our house, though.
