David Minerva Clover

To knowingly include stories with deeply problematic themes strikes me as just adding fuel to the fire.

There’s just no getting around it, and other than one half-hour spell where he sat with a good friend of ours while both of his moms took a swim, one of us had to be with him the entire weekend. And let’s be honest, because I’m “boob mom” and he was nursing even more than normal, it could never really be divided 50/50. All of that was fine, but it was often just fine, and there’s just no denying that it was a very different trip than it would have been without a kid.

The Trump administration plans to define trans people like me out of existence. How can I keep my trans family safe now?

My family relies on having our food delivered specifically because of our less-than-ideal financial situation. We don't do this because we're rich.

I stand at the ready to remind these adults what ought to be common sense: mind your own plate. Stop policing how kids eat!

After the solstice, the light very slowly begins to return, and every day is a little longer. Yule is a promise: winter sucks, but spring will come again.

[W]hen tickets went on sale for a DIY punk music festival that my wife had attended several times before we were married, and she lamented that there was “just no way” that she’d be able to go, a light bulb went off in my head. “What if we just all went together?” I said.

I expected it was only a matter of time until someone sent it my way. I mean... friends have even called my relationship with my wife “inspirational.” [...] [O]nce I noticed that I still hadn’t been invited, I started to notice something else: Everyone that I saw posting “love your spouse” pictures was straight....

People might raise their eyebrows when they hear me say “snowperson” for the first time. But it makes perfect sense. A man is just a kind of person.

I am not middle class. Tiny houses are touted as an affordable solution, but they’re still more house than I can afford.