Twin Toddlers Respond To Their Mama’s Christmas List

By: Amber Leventry We read Mama’s Christmas list. A lot of her wish list seemed to involve relief from us, her, if not perfect, very charming twin boys. We weren’t born yesterday, Santa. Mama’s suggestions were not suggestions. We’ve had 18 months to learn her suggestions are usually passive aggressive ways of making us think we have a choice. Don’t fall for it. Instead, consider our unselfish...

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Parenting: It’s Like Riding A Bike

By Brandy Black Our six-year-old daughter learned to ride a bike over the last couple weeks. This falls under one of the more significant parenting moments for my wife and me. We tried to explain to our daughter, it is only once in your life that you learn how to ride a bike. It is something we will all remember. Perhaps even her twin 2 year-old brother and sister will recall the moment that...

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Spotlight Campaign: Mugs and Mary

By Brandy Black    The Next Family: Tell me about your family. Mugs: My family consists of my wife Mary, our 19-month-old son, Emerson, an orange tabby cat named Cheetoh, our dog, Blaze, and myself, Mugs. We live in Seattle, WA with loving, doting grandparents close by. Seattle is a very liberal and progressive city. We chose to live here specifically for that reason.My wife is a...

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Lesbian Mom: Wait What? Did You Say You Want to be a Marine?

By Carol Rood Poor Bluebell.  She cried.  She cried as her 17-year-old son The Hunter walked out the front door with a Marine Corps recruiter to go take a “practice” ASVAB test. Let me back up a bit, that is actually the middle of the story. Yesterday the phone rang. The person on the other end asked to speak to The Hunter. The Hunter is a high school senior, and has been receiving lots of phone...

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Boys and Guns and Kids and Lesbians

By Shannon Ralph It can’t be easy being the son of hard-core lefty-leaning liberal lesbians. At least, this is the message that came through loud and clear from my soon-to-be ten-year-old son, Lucas, this weekend. He didn’t say it in so many words. But I got the distinct feeling that he was thinking it. This weekend, my nephew had his 10th birthday party. The theme of the party was camouflage....

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The Big Bang

By Shannon Ralph When Lucas was one year old, I never thought I would enjoy another year of his life as much as I did that one. He was this angelic, chubby little blonde thing with dimples that just wouldn’t quit. And he was so happy. He just sat around and played with his matchbox cars repeating “Brrrrummm” over and over again. I adored him and was certain I would never enjoy him as much as I...

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My Gay Mom is Cool

By Carol Rood   When I first started dating my lovely partner Bluebell, we had to keep everything a secret.  First of all, she was still in the military and Don’t Ask Don’t Tell was alive and well.  Plus I had just gotten divorced and was unwilling to let my children know I was in a relationship with her.  They knew we were best friends, and I decided to leave it at that. Then we bought a house...

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I Can’t Stop Thinking About My Own Mortality

By Tanya Dodd-Hise I think that I need therapy. No really.  I have been obsessing a little bit about things that I have absolutely no control over.  And what have I been obsessing over, you might ask? My mortality. As everyone knows, I am a new mom again. Our baby girl is 11 months old. I was 41 years old when she was born. And I know that nowdays, all kinds of women are having babies at 35, 40,...

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Growing Up is Hard to Do

By: Shannon Ralph Growing up is hard work. I am not sure when the status of “tween” is officially achieved. I always thought a child had to be in double digits to be considered a tween. If so, Lucas is an overachiever. At nine and a half years old, I feel like I am knee deep in Lucas tween-dom. Lucas will be in fourth grade this year. He is one year away from middle school and I sense a shift of...

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Daddy Issues

By: Kellen Kaiser I don’t date older men. And if I’m being honest, it is at least partially because I was raised by lesbians. Lord forbid I have “Daddy Issues.” This term, often applied to strippers and ladies involved in May/December romances, shadows me. I have myself internalized the judgments shot towards dinner tables where a silver fox sits across a girl still wrapped in the spring of...

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