The zoo was a drab sepia, but for the lone, might-poop-if-we-wait-long-enough monkey. Who was actually not the Ancient Mariner referred to in the title above. Read on. We met the Ancient Mariner the other day at the zoo. The lil’ monkey and I went there in hopes of revisiting the
A follow-up to the A.P.B. I put out last Friday, and I’m happy to report, sisters and brothers, that love and reason prevailed. At least this morning they did. Regular readers of this humble weblog will remember that I passed along the following news: Dr. Nanette Gartrell, principle investigator of
The teeth gnashing, knuckle nibbling, and coffee stirrer shredding begins as we watch what happens when majority rules a nation in which we – here, “we” being LGBT parents – are now and ever will be in the numeric minority. At a time in which the legal and social security