You’re manufacturing not just a whole, spleen-and-blood-filled human being, but its cafeteria, to boot! Yep, that’s a placenta, folks. Our little monkey’s placenta, to be exact, brandished by our walking-godess midwife. And no, we didn’t bury it in the backyard, or feast on it the next week. (Who knew? There’s [...]

A rousing cheer for hetero ally par excellence, author of the blog Disney Wonder Baby. She “totally support[s] lesbian couples as mothers and here’s why.”
I was directed to this site by a note about it inLesbianFamily.org, a fantastic site parsing and listing scads and scads of lesbo family blogs and more. One of [...]

The horror, the horror!
There I was, wandering around the toy store — a friendly, small-scale, independently-owned one, at that — and what should I espy but a wall of, like, kryptonite, designed to eat away at the natural girl-fueling powers of estrogen! Yes, Barbie has spawned, and the result is even vapider than your [...]

It’s so easy to be a good parent before you actually become one. Back before I clambered up on this parental whirligig, I vowed that my munchkins would, unlike me, eat nothing but tofu and whole grains and kale. You know, after they moved onto solids.
Gustatory predilictions be damned, said I!
Except, [...]

Monolog from the Lil’ Monkey, first thing in the morning, on her second birthday last week:

People like to kiss. Not hurt anymore.
Can you walk with me?
Look at those toes! Is that your underwear? I’ll fix your underwear. I’m just button yourself. I just button you.
Baba, where are Maxi’s biscuits?
These [...]

…While simultaneously loathing the placement of 90% of changing tables in women’s rooms only?
When I was a younger pup, I used to think Reason #1 straight gals might envy lesbos was the obviously superior sexual satisfaction level of the woman partner. Meaning, of course, both of us. Now this might have been [...]

Gone this weekend at a (straight) friend’s wedding in Seattle. Worked it as designated (lesbo) photographer. News flash (a): one (straight) man drew my rarely unleashed butch wrath. Okay, alls it was was I had to wrest the wine opener back outta his hands after he offered to “help” me uncork a bottle [...]

My sister sent me a link to this article, “Slow Road to Grieving,” published in the San Francisco Chronicle five years after the attacks of September 11, 2001. About it she said, “Somewhat hard to read, but good.”