Last night I dreamed that gayboy friends of ours, R & J, won custody of Lucky. You know that overwhelming feeling of relief when you wake up from a bad dream?
Often I catch myself thinking that Lucky's diagnosis is a dream; that any moment I'll wake up and find her right arm is just as fat and pretty as her left.
“Radical Family” Shares Stories of an Earlier Generation of Lesbian Moms
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In a powerful new collection of nine personal essays, lesbian parents who
raised children in the 1980s, ’90s, and early 2000s share the stories of
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