Sleeping baby (1), Berkeley, CA.

One or two of you may wish to know what Baba is doing with the kids all day long these long days. Well I’ll tell you. For starters, Baba is forgetting, from time to time, to pack the backstock clothing when she goes out with them, and when one of them, let’s say the [...]

I am into week two of Babarama, my first foray into full-time childcare since we’ve moved from “child” to “children.” I have discovered many many strange and wonderful things, most of which I can’t find the time to tell you about, since the breezy discretional hours of yore (hours?! what am I saying?! [...]

Ah, Pride. Hot sun, cheering crowds, thumping disco beats emanating from jumbo speakers on flatbed trucks and from a massive sound system installed in front of city hall. Lining and streaming up the street are old and young, lesbian and gay, bisexual and transgendered. Locals and tourists. Drunk and sober; [...]

Baby’s first Dyke March, June 26, 2005, San Francisco, CA.

[Ed. note: Kindly accept this picture as placeholder for a forthcoming written ditty, temporarily clogged up in the queue by the exigencies of full-time kiddle care. Ooo! And meanwhile, please enjoy this gem from Joe.My.God., via Cheese and W(h)ine.]

I’m not even apologetic. I got me a system and it works. An 8 oz. bottle of yogurt drink takes us through 75% of the grocery list with minimal incident. The remaining 25% is up to The Fates, who as we all know can have a sick sense of humor. [...]

We begin the day sharing breakfast at a spiffy cafe with the Baba across the street and her family. Yep, we are so blessed that not only does a lesbo couple live across the street, they spawned, their girl is six weeks younger than ours, and one of the parents is a butch gal [...]