A friend and two siblings, California Academy of Sciences, San Francisco, CA. Story of his life, so far. And it ain’t a bad one. Sandwiched between, trotting to catch up with, scheming to annoy...
Pundits and analysts are actively working over yesterday’s statement by President Obama that “same-sex couples should be able to get married.” It was calculated! It was a cynical at...
‘Nuff said. Not like there’s not more to say, but because I can barely move my fingers across the keyboard I am having so many simultaneous cows. I’ll add links and maybe even full ...
Kyle’s über-glittery, disco-fabulous shoes, NCLR Anniversary Dinner, San Francisco, CA. My fondest, or close to my fondest hope this week is that I’ll be able to wrestle some time to tell...
Post-prandial evidence, Oakland, CA. Yes, fried donutey kind of cupcakes on a stick with extremely blue dipped icing–superman’s tights color blue, come to think of it–and a Superman “S...
Garlanded girl, Berkeley, CA. If I told you who wove this garland of flowers for my daughter, you wouldn’t believe me. You would totally not believe me if I told you that my children are cared ...
Wet commute, Oakland, CA.
Looking southeast from the Hayward-San Mateo Bridge, traveling westbound over the San Francisco Bay, CA. Each morning that I’ve commuted to work, since I started my job a little over a year ago...
Sneaky egg, Berkeley, CA.
Sleepover, hour seventeen, Berkeley, CA. Hour seventeen of the kids’ first sleepover, and ticked off the list are: six slices of pizza; multiple cups of popcorn; way too many glasses of fruit j...
Fiat lux (let there be light), Berkeley, CA. Somebody’s reading, and it’s not (only) big sis. Watch out.
Child’s creative projects, windowsill, Berkeley, CA. Not her first such attempt, and I hope not her last.
E.U.P. February 27, 1995 — March 24, 2005. Above: my nephew and me, a very long time ago. Cancer; glioblastoma multiform; brain, spinal cord. About nine months from diagnosis to death. Survived...
Rainwater harvesters, Berkeley, CA. Plenty to write about, especially post-Dad 2.0 conference in Austin. Ultra-short version: the future looks bright, in the caregiving men working to expand and rich...
I’m smack dab in the middle of Texas at Dad 2.0, a conference organized by and for dad bloggers, who, while a relatively smaller posse compared to mom bloggers, enjoy the benefit right out of the gat...
Camera-shy boy, Oakland, CA.
My kids are not the first ones I bathed as infants, held as they toddled, hoisted on my back for a romp through the woods. Today would have been my oldest nephew’s seventeenth birthday. ...
Morning, Hope Valley, CA.
This? I recently found out about because I read my backlogged Twitter stream: You’ll see there if you look closely that Lesbian Dad has been nominated for a 2012 Bloggie for Best LGBT Weblog. T...
Alwyn Court, W58th & 7th, New York, New York. Above image apropos of nothing much in particular, except that I walked by this confectionary extravaganza yesterday on a stroll after work with a co...
The above image of my Pops is from a coupla five years back, which would have made him a spry, debonair 86. Yesterday he turned 91. In our morning chat, which usually takes place on cell phone as I w...
Pops returning home at the end of the evening, Castro Valley, CA. I watch him go through these doors to his apartment in the retirement community so long and hard now. Used to be he’d turn and ...
Fairy house-building near the West Fork of the Carson River, Hope Valley, CA. Her operating assumption, and who am I to doubt it: everywhere you go, there are fairies who would appreciate a home.
His first sentence, Hope Valley, CA. Behold, above, my boy’s first sentence (beyond a great number of “I [heart symbol] U Baba” sentences, each of which I have kept on their various...
“Christmas Lullaby,” by Jason Robert Brown, eavesdropped after dinner early December last year. [Ed note: Once you start the video, double-clicking the image expands it to full screen, a ...
At the Tilden Park Carousel’s Christmas Extravaganza, Berkeley, CA. We’ve been here before. (Back then, when she was two, and again then, at two and a half. Clearly it’s a th...
Tetherball at big sister’s schoolyard, Berkeley, CA. Next time around it smacked Baba in the kisser. That’ll learn me to pay attention. To wit (re: paying attention): I’ll be...
She fits in my lap, barely, but that doesn’t stop her from wanting to cuddle there, nor does it stop me from hoisting her there and doing all I can to hold and preserve, ’til she’s ...
Sisters, very long ago, Castro Valley, CA. [Mod from an original image by David Rae Morris.]
I got a note this morning from my kids’ “grandbaba” Sandy, herself no stranger to Salon, alerting me to a piece by Mary Elizabeth Williams there: A homophobic mayor’s lesson i...
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