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 →
More than a dozen family photo albums are scattered around my apartment this week. I’m supposed to be picking out which pictures will appear in my upcoming book, but it’s... read more →
Vivian hopped off her bike with the flowered seat on 79th and Lex just as social media whiz... read more →
Pacifier? Check. Sippy cup? Check. Scraps of bread? Check. I snapped the safety strap of the red-and-white-striped umbrella stroller across three-year-old Harry’s waist.... read more →
“Today her name is Ahna,” said the woman with the stroller, answering the question posed by the lady in line behind her at the crowded Park Slope post office late yesterday... read more →
You’ll find a lot of photos here in my blog diary of the past week’s events. And... read more →
