When Enrique first joined our family, we agreed to one hour of television per night. He was 13 and had been used to non-stop TV, so this was a big change. He didn't resist, but I realize now that to him, one hour was a shocking restriction. Spanish was still...

My son Enrique slammed his backpack on the floor as he walked in the door from school one day in January. When I asked what was going on, he snapped, "You can't tell me I can't date Tom!"

Enrique was 14. He had come out at school a few months...

The rain had just cleared when Peter, age 5, brought his favorite toy horse to the first day of kindergarten. His curly hair framed a sweet face that some might call cherubic but the bullies in the schoolyard called faggot and sissy. They pinned him to the fence, pushed his...