Archive for January 2016

Getting over myself so my son can be stealth

Getting over myself so my son can be stealth
We move in the next two weeks, far away from anyone and anywhere we are now. Far away from the small town community that my son transitioned in. Everyone here knows, or knows of, our family. He’s the transgender boy. At least, I like to think that’s how they refer to him, but I’m betting... Read more »

A Love Letter to my youngest on his third birthday

A Love Letter to my youngest on his third birthday
My darling child, I loved you from the moment we decided to have you. You were four years in the making, four years of setting ultimatums, leaping hurdles. I had to quit smoking first. For at least a year. I had to start eating better and working out. I had to save money, pay off... Read more »

A Tribute to a woman I will never know

A Tribute to a woman I will never know
I met you once, last month. You sat across the table from me, with a warm and welcoming smile. Your arm around your son. A gesture of holding on and holding up and holding together. Of kinship and friendship and mutual respect. I remember wishing I could be where you were. Wishing I could have... Read more »
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Packing up the past and moving forward with my son's new name

Packing up the past and moving forward with my son's new name
When Jake first transitioned, we didn’t agree on a name. There’s quite a debate among parents of trans kids, whether a child should be allowed to choose their own name, or whether parents have the final word. People don’t choose their names at birth, so the argument goes, and parents should at least have a... Read more »

Is my son "boy" enough?

Is my son "boy" enough?
I remember the first “boy” haircut we got Jake, when he was four years old. Two years before we changed his name and changed his pronouns and started our journey. It was a couple inches long on top, definitely longer than the Mohawk he’d requested, and the back was rounded in that feminine style. But... Read more »

Making 2016 Happen for Me

Making 2016 Happen for Me
I enter every year with lots of hope and little plans. I never set resolutions, because I know I’ll fail. I never say I will or won’t do something with the dawning of a new year, because to me, it’s just another day. There’s no reason that a single day over the course of a... Read more »
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