Families

My dad had an explosive anger that he took out on his children. My father abused me and I love him in spite of myself. I don’t want him to die.

That summer became the fulcrum of a seesaw: as my children need me less, my mother needed me more. My mother's arthritis taught me to love and let go.

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.

Trying to conceive puts enormous stress on couples. We could go to the gym and achieve huge physical feats together as we started climbing the rock walls.

I am more than just tired, I am exhausted. Men just don’t do as much as women when it comes to the holidays — when it comes to most things.

There is no more powerful place to learn a life lesson than at the bedside of the dying. At the end, very little matters.

I think our nonchalance about our own blackness led to the Christmas that Grandma tried and failed to introduce us to Kwanzaa.

I’ve been catapulted from gender-neutral parenting to a call to action to break down the gender binary altogether and move to non-binary parenting.