children of lesbian moms
I was orphaned when my mother Millie died nine years ago. My biological mother went back to being a Jehovah's Witness and now says she regrets being with Millie for 20-some-odd years. "Les di un mal ejemplo," she says. That's B.S. See, Millie is the one who loved me -- tender, unconditional, I-believe-in-you love.
As LGBT youth, adults and families know all too well, bullying isn't confined to just the playground, classroom, or cafeteria -- it can happen to anyone, anywhere. And as my wife and I prepare for the birth of our first child, we have to learn when negative actions become a teaching moment.
The boy tried a different question: "What's your dad's name?" I kept silent, wanting to see how my son handled it. He paused for just a second to think. "Well, that's Mommy," he explained, gesturing to me. "And the other one's Momma, but she's at work now."
I asked Walter to prom a bit late. None of the straight boys in my very tiny high school had come through, so I faced the music and asked my gay friend. "I have to think this over" was his underwhelmed response.