Alabama’s Supreme Court rules that embryos are people because God said so, and the implications for prospective queer parents in the state are dire.

The parents in our LGBTQ+ community deserve some rest and celebration.

These queer books across all genres are all haunted in some way by the death of a parent.

“I feel like in some ways, I could be down for a marriage in the sense of contract-to-build-a-family-unit rather than the marriage-driven-by-romantic-love sense.”

The greatest terror is not meeting a partner’s parents, but through your partner meeting your own parents anew.

“I suppose I should have been suspicious when they kept pushing for me to come up Thursday, instead of Friday.”

PregnantTogether is the queer family building community you’ve been waiting for.

Establishing a good relationship with your child’s school when you’re a queer parent is incredibly important.

There are plenty of ways to be visible as queer parents without subjecting ourselves to the hate and vitriol of social media.

I am a big advocate of parent-teacher conferences, and I always make it a priority to go.

I know I write about our experience as a two mom family, but here’s the thing: My son has a dad. And he has been sleeping on my couch on and off for the last four months.

Plus self-harm scars and dating, crushing hard on your married coworker, learning to celebrate yourself and more!

Queer parenting insists that parenting is a verb, an action and identity available to any and all adults who take on a shared responsibility.

For most of my life, I was convinced that some day, somehow, I’d be a parent.

When you’re a queer parent writing for a largely hetero audience, it feels like you’re pleading your case to exist.

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!

I grew up around my mom’s queer friends, and I wanted my son to have that, too.

Tig Notaro recently discussed what it was like to come out to her eight-year-old sons. Hearing Tig’s words made me think about my own kid.

Italy’s crackdown on LGBTQ+ parental rights intensifies — plus more queer news.

I was 22 years old when I donated my eggs anonymously at a fertility clinic in New York City.