Last month I launched a local initiative, a community-based GSA open to rainbow kids and their peer allies. It started small, but word is spreading, and folks,… Read more “Rocking the Rainbow Update”
For some of us, it also means connecting with our schools to ensure that school staff has been trained to support our LGBTQIA+ kids and crossing our fingers that our kids have a year free of bullying, discrimination, and heartbreak.
Love doesn’t divide. It doesn’t punish, or subjugate, or convert. To love is to honor our differences and respect our growth.
Dispel myths when they come up, discuss some of the anti-transgender legislation that threatens your child, and grow that community of people who might not have been personally invested in LGBT rights before, but who are invested in your child’s well being and will help you fight for your child’s rights and safety.
There are certain universal truths to parenting. You’ll never love someone else as strongly or as deeply. You’ll never lose as much sleep. Gross bodily functions will… Read more “A Trans-Parent Day”
Rose got a haircut the other day. She was super excited to get a new look before going back to school. She wanted a pixie cut like… Read more “how I gave control to my kids and it was OK”
I had my first encounter with hate this week from a family member, someone I loved and trusted. It shook me. The bathroom debate has stirred up… Read more “listen to the silence”
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.
But as time marches on, winding its inevitable way through our lives and our memories, Rose becomes ever more Rose. That baby boy I loved becomes a baby Rose in my memories rather than the lost child he first felt like when Rose transitioned. That sense of grief is overtaken with a sense that she has always been who she is.
I legitimately forget sometimes that my daughter used to live as a boy. In our everyday routine of school, homework, video games, chores, dinner together, and finding… Read more “In Her Best World, There Would Be No Doctors”