Baseball season is here, and, like millions of parents nationwide, I have Little League anxiety this week. But unlike most parents, my angst comes with a gay twist. This is our fourth year of Little League -- and the fourth consecutive year Ann*...It's hard not to stand out when you're the only girl on the baseball team -- and you have two moms.
My daughter, Diva, and I were at a friend's house for a playdate and Rose, her buddy, was in fine form. Just before we got there, Rose's mom had given her one explicit instruction: Stay out of the hair care products in the bathroom, which Rose had...Childrenfreude: the secret pleasure of watching bad kids happen to good parents.
To be gay is to have a coming out story -- that day when we finally confided in a friend, confessed to a crush, told the family or found ourselves accidentally outed on Facebook. Together, these transitional moments moved us from life before to...Being a gay mom means coming out over and over and over again.
When my daughter was not quite 3, she told my husband and me that she wanted to be a chicken for an upcoming costume party. We thought this was hilarious and I found myself snootily proud of her choice. See, my kid's no joiner. Let every other...Welcome the first column from our gay dad in our new gay parenting column.
I was delighted when ParentDish asked me to be the mom half of this new column on gay parenting -- reveling at the thought of how mainstream we "alternative" families have become. In fact, the same week I agreed to write the column, I read an article...Welcome the launch of our first gay-parenting column. But remember, not everyone is celebrating with us.