Lesbian Dad

Gone fishin’ sneaky-post 1

When she’s all grown up, will she remember the Music Together class, where the sweet guy leading it has accomodatingly woven in “Hello, to the Babas,” after he’s sung “Hello, to the Mamas” and “Hello, to the Daddies”? I hope so. What if instead she remembers the didgeridoo at the

Gone fishin’

If we were French, or had more samolians for the vacation budget, we’d be gone for a month. But we are grateful for the upcoming week away, during which time I hope to work as little as our Commander-in-Chief. Internet access and/or familial tolerance for my noodling away in front

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