We all think we’re right. I was reminded of that fact yesterday as I watched a video that has gone viral of a toddler in church, wearing his Sunday best, gripping a microphone in his pudg...
“Where are you two troublemakers off to?” C.J.’s Dad asked as C.J. and I strode between him and his beloved flat screen on our way outside to squeeze in some scooter time before sunset. “We’re going ...
I feel like a jaded, cynical old lady who should be chain smoking on a patio somewhere with cats milling about as I shake my head in amusement and disgust while I play solitaire and ignore the result...
Homophobic North Carolina preacher Sean Norris recently gave a sermon in which he advocated physically assaulting gender variant toddlers. Listen to it here. This letter is my response to him. Dear P...
In last week’s post you got to hear from Grandma Colorado as I started to explore the evolution of our family as we raise a gender nonconforming child, this week it’s Grandpa Colorado’s turn to speak...
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how our family has evolved since C.J. swished and flourished into our lives. So, I decided to interview Grandma Colorado via email. I hope her evolution is appar...
Setting: Chinese Food Restaurant, Friday Night, Orange County, Calif. “That guy is FAT! And HAPPY! I like his skirt!” C.J. said pointing to the restaurant’s statue of Buddha that was as tall as he is...
I haven’t done one of these housekeeping-type emails in 2012 and it’s long overdue, so here it goes. 1.) California State University, Fullerton – a university in our home county (shout out to the Tit...
“Mommy, do you want to know what I wished for the udder day when I threw dat penny in the fountain?” C.J. asked. He was freshly bathed and laying in my bed, on his back, with his arms up and …...
I took the kids to the park to let them burn off some energy. C.J.’s Brother was practicing some of his Parkour meets Jackie Chan meets eight-year-old white boy from The O.C. moves while C.J. played...
Dear unborn children of the 100 homophobes who tweeted that they would murder you if you are gay,* I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you got shitty parents. Unfortunately it happens sometimes, though in a p...
We’ve welcomed a new member into our family. Her name is Chloe and she is C.J.’s invisible friend. She is NOT his imaginary friend, he insists. Imaginary means made up, not real. Invisible means ...
The first time I remember hearing the word “gay,” I was in the fourth grade. One Friday, a boy named Jerome, who had always been decent to me, approached me on the playground with a small pack of ki...
“We are SO Brangelina right now,” I announced as I walked into the house carrying four full grocery bags on each arm. I load them on my arms like heaving bangle bracelets that cut off my circulation...
I’m sorry you don’t like my outfit, but if I go upstairs and change we’ll be late for school…like we were yesterday when you didn’t like my red pants. That’s why I don’t like it when you wear y...
Molly is a cutie. She is five and one of C.J.’s BFFs at school, where they have bonded over their love of Rapunzel and the color purple (the hue, not the novel/film/musical). Molly has thick, brown...
It was last Tuesday, 2:35 p.m. The school bell had just indicated that class was dismissed. C.J.’s Brother hopped in the car. “I need to go shopping. Can you take me to Target?” he said. “Me too, ...
Guess who turns five years old on Wednesday? C.J.! Guess who wants to have a big party? C.J.! Here’s the thing about birthday parties and C.J. being gender creative; they are very public and I don’t ...
My in-laws, Grandma and Grandpa Colorado, are a hunting, drinking, fishing, old-fashioned duo who are, thanks to C.J., newly-committed to learning about all of this sexuality and gender stuff. ...
Continued from a previous post….. I hate being the new mom. I sat down on the benches outside of the dance studio by myself, looking through the one-way mirror at my son transform into a dancer. A ...
“Hi, I’d like to see if there is availability in the Saturday morning ballet/tap combo class,” I said to the girl at the front desk of our local South Orange County youth gym. It’s a converted wareh...
When I started this blog a year ago, I promised myself that I would give it a 12-month commitment and, then, reevaluate. I’ve done that. I’ve decided to keep on blogging, I’m just not sure if I’ll ...
Last October my effeminate three-year-old son wanted to be Snow White for Halloween. I Googled a bunch of random phrase combos, trying to fit a life dilemma into a search bar. Boys dressing as girl...
Last Christmas C.J. was beyond ready for Santa. He had memorized the name of the specific doll that he wanted and was eager to let the big man know just what was expected of him on Christmas morning...
Every year during the holidays we adopt a needy child through my work and we buy her/him the things s/he wants most. Of course, this year I selected Jonah, age 5, who wanted Justin Beiber’s holiday ...
His name was Aaron. He had stick-straight, baby-fine blonde hair that fell in his eyes. He had glasses and was tall for his age. We were in early elementary school and I could always count on my p...
Most mornings I awake to my two sons and some sort of mayhem. It could include, but is not limited to, someone’s extreme hunger; children eating sugary contraband after sneaking downstairs unattende...
C.J.’s Brother: C.J. are you singing “Deck the Halls?” C.J.: Yeah. C.J.’s Brother: Where did you learn that song? C.J.: ...
“I LOVE ANGELS!” “Okay, C.J., but we have to get all of the Christmas decorations down before we can start opening the boxes,” I repeat over his screams. It’s the Sunday after Black Friday (or Thanks...
Yesterday was Thanksgiving, a day for celebrating the blessings of the past year and the things we are thankful for. Among many other things, I’m thankful for this blog and my supportive readers. ...
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