One of life’s gazillion ironies: what’s exacerbating my obsession about this Prop 8 battle — a sense of protectiveness for my kids — is also behind my inability to throw myself into it 110%. I’m sure I’m not the only one in this position. Ratcheting up that inability (and
Where’s the content-free, calming photographic image for the weekend, the Proposition 8-bedraggled regular LD reader might ask? Gone! Along with all sense of proportion to the world! Which will return in three — count ’em: 3! — days. Come hell or high water, and today, at least in my home
So fast, the title doesn’t even give you a CLUE. But you know, making sense TAKES TIME, and a gal has to put the cutie pie son down for his nap. First, Mark Morford’s bang-up column in the San Francisco Chronicle the other day: “It’s racism and homophobia, neck and