This past summer, we enrolled Alex in a local parks and rec summer day camp program. As a girl.

While this may seem for many to be either follow a natural course or even maybe not be a very big deal, it represented a big leap for her and for… Read full post »

In July 2010, life in the BoyGir house had reached a level that one might tag as “controlled chaos.” That is to say, things were on the brink of falling apart. BoyGir Papa was doing his best to hold the fort down, ensuring both kids reached their respective destinations (school and… Read full post »

In the seven years since his birth, Alex has taught me more about myself and humanity than all my 41 years, self-help books, and overseas volunteer experience combined. He continues to help everyone around him discover the inner beauty and unlimited potential when one is nurtured, loved, accepted, an… Read full post »

I heard the gentle flapping of soft feet on hard wood well before he emerged from the darkness into the stark kitchen light. Judging by the timing of the stride, I knew it was Alex and not his three year old little brother. Instinctively or by habit, I felt myself tense… Read full post »

One Friday a few weeks ago, Alex dressed himself in a pink striped sundress over his jeans and t-shirt. As he was slipping his feet into his shoes, I broached the topic carefully.

“Are you sure you want to wear that?”

“Yeah,” he replied dismissively.

“O… Read full post »

Gender fluidity is a phenominally cramazing ("crazy" and "amazing") thing. Every so often when I start to feel like I’ve got a handle on what it all means, it is only precisely then—and not a moment sooner—that “Alex” (aka GirlyBoy) reminds us of his color/… Read full post »

One of the fun aspects of any pregnancy is choosing what to name your child. The name you ultimately choose is most likely one that had bubbled to the top of a list of others that for one reason or another were eventually rejected. The name you finally arrive upon is… Read full post »

When I learned I was pregnant with my first child, GirlyBoy, you could say I became a bit emotional and philisophical. About everything. Hormones made me find new meaning in the sun that shined and feeding the dog. Although I do not consider myself religious, I do believe in a higher… Read full post »

When I'm tired and my defenses are down, I forget how to deal with GirlyBoy's anxiety attacks. Take tonight, for instance. .. (No really. Take it. Please?)

What a weekend. Can't say it was the most relaxing one, but we did get a lot done. BoyBoy (who just turned 3)… Read full post »

WARNING: This post contains completely subjective and cynical, albeit justified, commentary. If you don’t like it, then you know what to do…

By now, the world knows that the Duggars are at it again. They’re on number 19. Nineteen children, “Praise the Lord.” Where/… Read full post »

I remember being a kid and suffering (like I'm sure everyone did at some point) cruel words spoken to me, and behind my back. By all accounts, I was a pretty "normal" kid. As I matured into a "normal" adult, I set my focus on establishing a "normal" job with a… Read full post »