A little more than 24 hours after a young man in Newtown, Conn., gunned down 20 children, their caretakers and his own mother, hearing my kids equate death with "boy stuff" takes the breath out of my lungs.
Both my sons came into my family from foster care. For that alone I owe the system a debt that I will never, ever be able to repay. But I do not wish to imply that the road through foster care is a cakewalk. It is daunting at times, but doable.
On regular days phrases like "a little chaos is a good thing" and "at least it's happy noise" have the desired calming effect, but on this PMS-migraine, one-two-punch day I call out the big guns: "It might have been otherwise." You see, for Tracie and me, parenthood was hard-won.
After my son's third birthday party, his best friend began to cry. When his mother asked him what was wrong, he said, "I want two dads just like Isaac has!" That was the first moment when I realized my family was unique.
You know the one-dimensional friends who show up in your Facebook timeline and their posts are always about the same subject matter? I have become one of these one-dimensional people, and I can't stand it.
In my last blog post I quoted Mitt Romney making shocking remarks that were highlighted in a Boston Globe story last week. Now video has surfaced of Romney making those bigoted claims about gay parents while pushing his heartless policy against their children.
Parents should be judged on their parenting, not on their sexuality. If I were a kid living in care, I'd much rather have two dads who want me, love me and work two and half years to prove to some strangers that they can care for me than a mother and a father whose lives I'm simply a part of.
Christianity Today just published an interview with the "embattled" sociologist Mark Regnerus. Unsurprisingly, the interview perpetuated the right-wing's popular characterization of Regnerus as the victim of political correctness.
When same-sex couples are given the opportunity to raise a family, we see it as a privilege. We are fighting to make the formation of families with all legal protections a right, not a privilege. It's time we reclaim the label "pro-family," because we have the protection of all families in mind.
In the four years since Prop 8, I have shown all the signs of a sort of election-induced "PTSD." I don't want to hear the rhetoric. I don't want to see the debates. I don't want to follow the polls. I don't even want to watch The Daily Show. It's that bad.