Category: Blogapalooza

I forget my son is transgender

I forget my son is transgender
I have a confession to make: I forget my son is trans. I remember once, about three years ago, talking on the phone to a grandmother from Washington. Her grandson was trans and her job was to vet prospective members for a discussion board. She was the first person I had spoken to about my... Read more »

Our new wedding canvas is a tribute to my trans son

Our new wedding canvas is a tribute to my trans son
About a year and a half ago, I stood in front of several hundred people and shared the story of my son. My trans son. That story began with meeting my husband, our unexpected pregnancy, and our marriage. On our wedding day, my son was a month shy of two years old. He had little... Read more »

A very quick haiku after a very long day in a very hot car with two very loud children

A very quick haiku after a very long day in a very hot car with two very loud children
Drove over six hours* With two kids and a migraine Me at my best, yo *for an explanation of the number of syllables in hour, click here This post was written as a part of ChicagoNow Blogapalooz-Hour Volume XXXII.  Our challenge this month was: “Write about a period or moment in your life when you were... Read more »
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My son's wedding dress

My son's wedding dress
I saw the dress my son wore on my wedding day, on the prettiest little girl with long curly brown hair, not much younger than he is now. That could have been him. I don’t think about it, not when I’m awake. Not when I’m in control and things are good and we’re happy and... Read more »

Who will raise my children if I die?

Who will raise my children if I die?
As 2016 rapidly approaches, I find myself faced with a monumental choice, in a year of truly life changing choices. Let me rewind. Robert Frost once eloquently described two roads diverging in a yellow wood, and how he longed to take them both. He stood at the crossroads, first looking down one road as far... Read more »

Sleep, My Darling Sons

Sleep, My Darling Sons
Darkness never bothered me; there’s a kind of solace in it. I pace, silently, twelve steps, from the kitchen to the dining room and pause. The curtains gently sway from the breeze outside, whispering of winter and cold nights and snowfall. Eight steps, I barely avoid my younger son’s fallen car, and I’m in the... Read more »
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The Family Planner: Blogapalooz-Hour Volume XXI

The Family Planner: Blogapalooz-Hour Volume XXI
Since as long as I can remember, I’ve been the Family Planner. You know that person that’s an integral part of every family, the one that takes the time and the effort to contact each and every other member of the family, in order to arrange special occasions. Special Occasions. Grab Bags. Surprise Birthday Parties.... Read more »