When my son Harry was two, I’d never heard the word transgender. The year was 1992, and the terms gender nonconforming, gender creative and gender expansive just didn’t exist yet.... read more →
My son Harry and I laughed on the phone following a replay of the conversation I’d just overheard between a toddler and her dad while walking my daily loop around Brooklyn’s Prospect... read more →
HARRY’S HALLOWEEN HIJINKS I have two favorite Halloween treats, neither of which is the “fun size” version of a candy bar. First up are the costumes of the kids in... read more →
