Baba’s drawer of wonders
Bar none, the most fascinating destination point in our humble abode. Months after its discovery, not a pen is capped; no 39 cent postage stamp can be found; no mechanical pencil has retained its structural integrity.
Who’s the daddy?
Like most lesbian parents, I think a lot about fatherhood. I think about fatherhood, and about masculinity, not just around the occasion of Father’s Day, but all the time. I think about what my own father has offered me, distinct from what my mother has; I think about what his
Saint Joan
Joan of Arc Kissing the Sword of Deliverance, by Dante Gabriel Rosetti (1863) En route to the opera the other night, I saw a car whose bumper sticker read “Question Gender.†It was doubly apropos, since at that moment the beloved and I were, in our own car, talking with