Pops, indicating the height of the trees when his dad planted them 70 years ago.
In my recent, breezy, Twitter-length series of As to some Qs about lesbian fatherhood, I wrote: “My dad is one of the beacons of love in my life.”  True story.  One of his most oft-repeated definitions of family is this [...]

Pops with his LST.
My dad enlisted in the service as a college student at San José State University in the then-orchard-ridden South (San Francisco) Bay Area. He was what he called a “90-day Wonder,” prepared for leadership in war by three months at an officer’s training school at Columbia University.
He still retains a number of [...]

My grandfather’s garden tools, Santa Cruz, CA.
My grandparents’ house is finally leaving the family tomorrow, some seven decades after they built it on what was at the time a quiet meadow overlooking Monterey Bay, just past a gentleman farmer’s small horse ranch. My dad and I recently took one last constitutional around the place, during [...]

Madonna and kids, exiting the Castro Theater, San Francisco, CA.
Okay not that Madonna.
This week, in a valiant effort to continue to post fresh content here when I am feeling a lot more like the cat pictured on the most recent LD Weekend bonus shot, I have decided to tinker with and post an assortment of [...]

I wanted to caption this picture “Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him well,” but the beloved thought that would be too strange and obscure.  Also, if I used the actual Shakespearean line, “Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio” and so on, it wouldn’t hook the same way, since we’re all too accustomed to the [...]

[First in a series for Robin Reagler's Freedom to Marry Week blog carnival, Some/thing oops! What About Love]
You want old? Old was what my dad was when, over a dozen years after we’d held a weepy-exuberant commitment ceremony in a botanical garden across the bay, my beloved and I were legally married in City Hall [...]

Most every night I talk with my dad on the phone.  Nine-thirty, after the kids are asleep and the house is cleaned.  Or should be.  It’s a little late for him to stay up, but it’s the only time we can be assured of no interruptions on my end.  It’s kind of like how I [...]

This is my dad.  
He is a life-long optimist.  The older he gets, the more simply and purely he values love over all else.  
He was legally married to my mom for upwards of thirty-three years. They’d still be married now, if she were alive. Hell, they still are.
He dearly wants California voters [...]