No, those of us who use assisted reproduction don’t really use turkey basters. A medical syringe is the way to go. But to me, Thanksgiving is inextricably tied to family, especially since this year, our son is home for the first time after starting college. The iconic if erroneous turkey baster is as good a symbol for us as any, representing both food and family.
As Thanksgiving approaches this year, I am thankful for many things—and not only that I’ve finally learned to make a decent pie crust.
The end-of-year holiday season is hard for me now that my parents have passed. Thanksgiving had always been my Jewish family of origin’s time to gather. My brother and I have continued to celebrate Thanksgiving with our immediate families and his wife’s parents, but the absence of our parents makes the occasion bittersweet. I miss them, too, at Hanukkah, when we always lit a menorah and exchanged gifts. I’m finding comfort this year, however, in a new project to uncover and preserve our family history.
I know, I know. Few of us who used assisted reproduction really wielded turkey basters. But to me, Thanksgiving is about family—the one I came from and the one my spouse and I created—-so the iconic if erroneous turkey baster is as good a symbol as any.
Once again, it’s almost Thanksgiving, which for many of us means dinner with extended family, not all of whom share our political views or an understanding of what it means to be LGBTQ. Here’s an updated roundup of ways to survive the holiday–with a few dashes of inspiration thrown in.
Thanksgiving is almost here, and for many of us, that means dinner with extended family, not all of whom share our political views. Fear not—here’s a roundup of ways to survive the holiday without the cranberry sauce flying.
Thanksgiving has gotten me thinking about what we as an LGBTQ community have to be thankful for lately. Recent news has been rather sobering.
Herewith my annual public service announcement regarding certain items of kitchenware.
As a public service announcement today, I feel obligated to inform those who didn’t use assisted reproduction that a turkey baster is not, in fact, the implement of choice. Even when using the do-it-yourself method of insemination at home, a special syringe is the way to go.
In my family of origin, Thanksgiving is our biggest holiday. It’s an odd holiday for us to be celebrating, though, when I think about it.
