F is for Father’s Day

Father’s Day for a boy is full of wonder: I’m celebrating my dad–the man who took me camping with Cub Scouts, the man who eats chips and salsa with with me, the man who reclines on the weekends and is sure to answer “yes” to anything.

As I child I couldn’t imagine Father’s Day any other way. I didn’t stop to think, what will I do for my brothers after they have kids? I never considered what Father’s Day would mean when I have my own kids–or the obstacles I’d have to face to get there.

Father’s Day as a man is all of these things–and most of them are anything but wonderful.

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I Heart New York

Growing up I was like most little Jewish boys: I dreamed of having my own family, a good wife, a few children, going to services on all the major holidays, going through the melodies like rote, work in the mornings, love in the mid-morning hours of the night. I had crushes on girls in my class, because they seemed to be images of the perfect future girlfriend and wife my typical Jewish upbringing had instilled in me.

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One More Yellow Brick Behind Us

The news is late. If by now you haven’t heard, what are you reading my blog for? I’m an openly gay Jew–so I would presume most of my readers should know–and on account of this, if you’re following me, you’ve surely been following the news. So it’s no news today what I’m going most thankful for, and if it hasn’t been guessed already, then, really, why are you here?

No, I jest! Please stay! And here I shall refrain from writing “lol.”

24. The Repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell

I had hoped my scathingly sarcastic and inherently ironic post a few weeks back would help push the people to seeing sensibility, and I suppose somewhat it might have worked–for not even a whole week or two after, it was successfully repealed! It’s been a long and arduous fight, but we’ve made it, my fellow monsters, we’ve made it!

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Family Matters

The Pursuit of Life, Liberty, and a Loving Family

You and I are special. We were born into families with mothers and fathers that loved us and took care of us and made the choices we couldn’t make until we came of age and could start to make those choices. More importantly, their love and guidance helped us to grow into men and women capable of making those choices. But for many children, not yet of age, who can’t make these choices, who can’t take care of themselves, this isn’t the case.

Every year there are more and more children trapped in foster care in need of loving, supportive families; however, fewer than half of these children will ever find permanent homes. There’s a shortage of families who want to adopt, and against all beliefs, some loving parents are not even allowed to adopt. If we change our heartless ways and start to allow gays and lesbians to adopt, many of these children will have a chance at finding families who will love and care for them as they deserve.

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