Lesbian Dad: notes from the crossroads of mother and father

To Boston

Posted Date: April 16, 2013April 16, 2013

Robert Indiana sculpture, W54th & 6th, NYC. Whenever I hear the sound of an ambulance, I pause and do a little tonglen. It’s a Buddhist meditation practice, intended to take in pain and send out compassion and relief. Wherever there is an ambulance or fire engine siren, I know

Weekend bonus shot (Monday edition), 04.15.13

Posted Date: April 15, 2013April 15, 2013

View from below, Memorial Stadium, Berkeley, CA. I was heading to an event up there, on the balcony of the top floor of Cal’s remodeled Memorial Stadium, overlooking the San Francisco Bay. Having managed not to read the directions explaining how to enter the building, *cough*, I had a little

Mary Thomas on Begin again: “So happy to “hear” your voice. It comes at the right time, as always.”
Natalie on Children will listen: “I was never a Bill Clinton or Al Gore fan myself. And I liked Bush. He felt like family. Maybe…”
Cardamom on Children will listen: “So true. So good you’re back sharing with us.”
LD on Begin again: “Cardamom! Hello again, and thank you. And I think a lot lately about the impact of the speediness/ abbreviation of…”
Cardamom on Begin again: “Just returned to my feed reader after the winter holidays – and there you are! How lovely. I never really…”

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Weekend bonus shot (Monday edition), 04.15.13