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.
I was proudly pro-abortion before I was a mom. I’ve doubled down on that belief after becoming one.
Remi saved the holidays!
I want Remi to know that I’m here for her while also cultivating her skills for independence.
“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.
“You girls are the talk of the ice-fishing derby!” I get that a lot. When we’re out hunting or fishing, my wife and I are frequently the only women (much less queer women) present.
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.
“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.”
For queer couples already facing marginalization in their lives and relationship before making the decision to become pregnant, the presence of a doula can be profound.
I wasn’t at all ready for the feelings I’d have about being adopted and queer and raising a toddler who still isn’t as old as I was when I came to the United States on an airplane.