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My Son, The Dancer – Part II
Continued from a previous post….. I hate being the new mom. I sat down on the benches outside of the dance studio by myself, looking through the one-way mirror at my son transform into a dancer. A mother and daughter … Continue reading
Reflections: Raising My Rainbow Turns One
Last October my effeminate three-year-old son wanted to be Snow White for Halloween. I Googled a bunch of random phrase combos, trying to fit a life dilemma into a search bar. Boys dressing as girls for Halloween. My son wants … Continue reading
Are Gender Nonconforming Kids Special Needs Kids?
“Do you ever feel like you’re raising a special needs child?,” a friend asked me recently. “Yes, but I feel bad saying it,” I admitted. “You shouldn’t,” she assured me. “My husband and I say all that the time that … Continue reading
Starting School With Ms. Sensible
C.J.’s first day of pre-k at his new school (the school his older brother attends) started last Monday. The Thursday before school started, I popped into his classroom to see if, by chance, his teacher was there preparing for her … Continue reading
Agoraphobic Homophobic Catholic Mom
Dear Stacy Trasancos (author of the gross blog post titled “Can’t Even Go To The Park”), Like you, I am a mom. Like you, I believe in God. And, like you, sometimes I am afraid to leave the house because … Continue reading
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C.J. Goes to Summer Camp
It’s still summer break here and I signed C.J. up for a special morning camp at the gym where he takes gymnastics. By the way, he has officially been promoted from a Tumblebee to a Kinderroo, so you might want to … Continue reading
The Fraternal Birth Order Effect
The Fraternal Birth Order Effect. It sounds super serious. Like a group out of The Da Vinci Code, a fraternity at Harvard or a secret club of the uber-rich and houtie toutie. I feel like there are secret handshakes involved, aged scotch … Continue reading
Raising My Rainbow 