I want Remi to be able to write and narrate her own life. I owe her that as someone who had to reclaim my story.

I wouldn’t say I’ve escaped the Cult of Mommy completely. I’ve defined it for myself.

I was proudly pro-abortion before I was a mom. I’ve doubled down on that belief after becoming one.

“Do you feel like we’re drifting apart?” I asked.

Remi saved the holidays!

Everything my toddler taught me about prioritizing play.

There are no right or wrong answers in queer and trans parenting choices, just the decisions we make.

I didn’t understand unconditional love until I met Remi.

“You have to wear pants to go outside.”

“What I’m saying is, if you’re sitting in the legislative chamber trying to hear the floor debate and someone’s kid starts crying or yelling “Baby Shark!” please be kind to them.”

What I’ve learned is that parents and moms especially, even cool radical-minded queer moms, even boss-lady moms with lots of confidence in their own abilities, really can’t escape the “working mom” BS.

It’s literally a social science experiment every day and we don’t have any control. That’s how it is with toddlers, I guess…

Even though I didn’t get to experience A-Camp in the traditionally transformative way, I got an even deeper peek into the ways that this community is both very real and deeply caring.

Reclaiming queer procreation, dropping the last nap, stupid crows, Baby T. at A-Camp, and losta cute T. Rex pics.

I want Remi to know that I’m here for her while also cultivating her skills for independence.