My Left Hook

Courage in unlikely places, or the boy surprises me.

What I’m reading: Growing up gay in 1960s-era Florida

Remember the tv series NYPD Blue, and the episode in which Dennis Franz shows his butt? I loved that show. Twenty-one years ago, when my husband wanted us to move to north Florida from Minnesota, this place was still so backwards, the…

OUR 2014 VACATION ODYSSEY: Roughing it, mostly.

At the beginning of the summer I told Hot Firefighter Husband that I wanted to learn to camp. He was all, “No.” Serious. “C’mon,” I said. “I want our kids to be more outdoorsy. We need to get away from electronics and civilization.” He poured…

Being adopted isn’t always easy for my babies.

When the Tyrant’s temper grabs hold of her senses, it’s like a rogue wave has struck the area. All must seek shelter except me, the mother, who must dive in and somehow calm the seas. She flails and throws stuff; her beloved Teddy doubles as a…

Giving thanks for my children’s birth mothers, and wondering if the feeling is mutual

Let me say this about November: it’s not all pumpkins and relish. Even in Florida, it sneaks up cold and hard, or at least occasionally chilly and hard, and I can’t yet be lured into…

A high school fails its own civics lesson, and free speech takes a hit.

Trump’s accusers: Um….I know how they feel…..

As I’m writing this, nine women have accused Donald Trump of sexual assault or sexual harassment — or sexual aggression, you might call it.

It’s difficult to believe, right? Because why are they just coming forward now, less…