My family is part of the problem, but if I choose to just ignore this fact, do I become part of the problem too?
Parenting during the pandemic is a wild ride, so consider this our queer parenting circle, a safe place to share the good and the bad!
This is going to go great, I swear! Here are six tips to get you started.
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.
In South Dakota, we’re witnessing an alarming historical precedent: the first test of conservative legislation designed to block access to transition-related medical care, particularly puberty blockers, to trans kids and teens by criminalizing doctors who provide it to them.
I was proudly pro-abortion before I was a mom. I’ve doubled down on that belief after becoming one.
Remi saved the holidays!
Because you’re gay — and maybe a host of other reasons — you and your family don’t speak. Get through it by exclusively listening to music from your parents’ era and try not to have a meltdown.
I want Remi to know that I’m here for her while also cultivating her skills for independence.
No matter what happens, this is a firm truth: You deserve to be seen, affirmed, and loved for exactly who you are.
“Do you feel like we’re drifting apart?” I asked.
Everything my toddler taught me about prioritizing play.
I wouldn’t say I’ve escaped the Cult of Mommy completely. I’ve defined it for myself.
For queer couples, deciding to get pregnant often involves a lot of planning, money, and time.
There are no right or wrong answers in queer and trans parenting choices, just the decisions we make.
“You have to wear pants to go outside.”
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.
I didn’t understand unconditional love until I met Remi.
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…
Reclaiming queer procreation, dropping the last nap, stupid crows, Baby T. at A-Camp, and losta cute T. Rex pics.