Three years ago, in a somewhat symbolic manner, I put my husband Antonio to rest in order to welcome his female version, Tamara. I wrote a letter in an attempt to appreciate all that he had taught me, all that I had learned about myself and about love by being with him for 7 years.
We are at a critical point. We have a chance to step forward, to become a more accepting, loving, supportive, unified society. But change is scary, difference is scary, religious books are open to interpretation, especially by megalomaniacs who profit off the fear and division they can sow in others, and politicians like to sound like they know what they’re talking about. It’s a messy, loud, sometimes chaotic sort of progress, and one that puts a vulnerable community in the crosshairs.
My friend Natalie and I have a lot in common. We love fashion and makeup and manis and pedis. We love the summer and give each other pep talks to get through the long cold winter months. We’re both girly girls. There are some differences though. Natalie is a huge dog person. Me, not so
Something very special happened today. I went to my girls’ school to drop off paperwork for my older daughter, and I saw my younger daughter on the playground. She waved excitedly at me, and then turned around and went back to playing with her friends. And I wanted to cry with joy. For some background,
I sometimes wonder how those men who live double lives with a family in two different cities do it. How do they keep it all straight? I would be a lousy liar. I can only imagine how difficult it would be to come up with a plausible story when confronted by someone who has noticed
The journey of a transgender child isn’t a smooth one, even if that child is lucky enough to have an accepting family and community. There is a lot of anxiety. A LOT. And when you think about it, it makes sense. As a toddler and a young child, your parents are everything. They are the
As parents, we all have checklists running in the backs of our minds pretty much all the time. Usually in the form of questions. Did everyone remember to pack their lunch? Did I turn the stove off? Are the Girl Scout forms all filled out? Who did I forget to call back? What day am
When I look back at my parenting life, I don’t see pivotal moments standing out as the sea change of our lives. Sure, every once in a while life changes in the blink of an eye and you don’t see it coming. But more often, for every pivotal moment we have experienced, there have been months and years of signs leading up to that moment.
A few months back, I was fortunate to attend a panel presentation featuring four locals who are part of the transgender community. Three were transgender individuals and another was the mother of a grown child who had recently begun a transition. Their message was fascinating and here’s why: it’s exactly what I’ve been trying to convey