Tape relocated from some fruit. It reads: Organically grown. Several years back I was transfixed by a radio interview with Sandra Steingraber, who was talking about her book, Having Faith: An Ecologist’s Journey to Motherhood. There’s an informative review of the book here on Seventh Generation; you might know her
A parental version of What’s On My iPod or some such thing like that. In descending order of importance, most to least: • kiddie towel with the cute hood thingy that keeps ’em cozy; • pennywhistle (from the Emerald Isle itself, via the Mother Outlaw; I’m abysmal at it but
San Francisco literati on on the move at the LitCrawl, 10.14.06. This past weekend, yrs truly had the honor of reading in public about my madcap journey to lesbian fatherhood. Litquake, San Francisco’s week-long literary festival, is dotted with readings, workshops, and performances celebrating writers and writing. Capping it off