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 other day, when I asked my three-year-old what he wanted for breakfast, he replied, “Pizza.” Now, I’ve been a fan of cold leftover morning ‘za since my college days, but not having any in the house, and wanting to instill good breakfast habits in the next generation, I came up with this quick, healthier
Pita bread is one of those things, like ketchup, that many of us never think about making at home. Try it once, though, and you’ll be loath to go back to store-bought. The texture and flavor are worlds apart. It’s also one of the simplest bread recipes to make, with very short second rise and
Here’s an easy bread recipe with a slightly sweet taste and lots of hearty whole grains. It’s slightly modified from the superb King Arthur Flour Baker’s Companion, which my partner got me (for purely altruistic reasons, she tells me) as a birthday present. I love this book not only for the recipes, but also for
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
We bought our son a new pair of sneakers over the weekend. He’s moved up a size, and this means we no longer shop on the baby/toddler wall of our local Stride-Rite. We’ve moved up to the big-boy wall. I’m inordinately proud. Silly, isn’t it? He’s done nothing more than grow. I’m going to be
My partner and I recently celebrated our thirteenth year together. Did we honor the occasion with a wild display of lesbian hedonism, an example of our depraved homosexual lifestyle? ‘Fraid not. We spent it at IKEA, picking up some bookshelves for my parents. That evening, we assembled it and stayed at their house with our
