I have this sweet baby, who is now one year and one month. His head no longer smells like newborn, but his hair is still baby-soft against my cheek. He's so much bigger than he was, in the way of very young things, but also still so little and so dependent upon his big people, also in the way of very young things. Some nights, after I get him to ( Read more... )

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891Becoming a parent is for me an exercise in compassion for my parents. As a child I failed to understand how constant children are. I failed to understand how much my parents might have their own interests and desires. They were my parents, and I understood them in relation to me, not in relation to their ( Read more... )

Sometime last week The Teenager were having dinner. As part of my work, I'm creating activities about Cyber Bullying and recruited some real world help from The Teenager ( Read more... )

Last weekend I attended a focus group for trans-parents. One of the questions put to the group was around "how out are you to your child?". My answer was simple. Basically, if we were not going to be out as trans to our small person, both adults would have to take on new names, get new jobs, move to another city, and never let our child use access ( Read more... )