[Ed note: These are in color, since LGBT Pride is inherently colorful. Also: more is likely to come later, along with a few notes on the day. But one had to at least share a few gay families at the Pride Parade images ASAP. Especially given what's "P," or possible, these days.  Which is [...]

School’s out ice cream, Albany, CA.
Last year, when the girlie graduated preschool, we came here for a scoop. The place never loses its allure. Or invests in other than Wal-Mart plastic lawn chairs. Or scrubs behind the counter. Or updates the vintage 1980s arcade video games (two of ‘em, which I suspect draws at least [...]

A quick sketch of the complexity of people.
The boychild and I were at a stationary supply store this morning, getting the nicest congratulations on completing Kindergarten/ congratulations on starting preschool gifties I know to give these kids: spiffy little hardback notebooks and fresh felt-tipped pens with which to fill them.  Per usual, the boychild is [...]

As you know, from time to time I can’t resist passing along to you, whole cloth, the emails I get in my inbox from folks like Kate Kendell.  So, here’s her missive summing up yesterday’s historic closing arguments in the Prop 8 trial, and NCLR’s coverage of it. You can find this whole thing also [...]

What’s wrong with this picture? The smiling kid. Okay he looks like he’s smirking, but that’s because he was watching funny cartoon figures doing the Cabbage Patch, and he thought they were kind of phoning in their performance.
Never have I seen a first dental visit go smoother, except in the case of his older sister. [...]

I had the great good fortune of chatting yesterday afternoon with Amie Klemplnauer Miller, author of She Looks Just Like You: A Memoir of (Nonbiological Lesbian) Motherhood, published this spring by Beacon (and reviewed last month by Dana at Mombian). It is the first full-length memoir about non-bio lesbian motherhood. Amie will be doing [...]

Bouncing boy, Berkeley, CA.
Baba’s Day’s coming up! For anyone casting around for a last minute gift for the Baba of their children, or what have you, here’s a gratuitous and 11th hour reminder of the poorly organized, haphazardly stocked Lesbian Dad Cafe Press shop.  If I wasn’t already angling for the accordion-playing garden gnome, I’d [...]

Compare with Squash goatee, of about a year and a half ago, for a quickie blast from the past. Double his lifetime later, he’s so sophisticated now. So debonair. So — hey! Is that a stinky diaper I smell?