I am a self-described ‘Purveyor of Imperfection.’ My writing gives me a voice to destigmatize and deconstruct this over-snarked idea of The Real Woman. 

Who is she? She’s not a myth. She is unabashedly confident. She accepts her flaws but focuses on her strengths. She’s relatable even as she embraces the elements that make her unique. She’s not perfect and she’s not apologizing for it. 

In our 20s, June meant boozy brunches and PDAs. Now married with a child, we celebrate in a different way, and with greater purpose. 

When I first fell for another woman, my journal gave me a space to spell out my queer identity in ways I otherwise couldn't.

5-part series chronicling LGBTQ+ couples and their journeys to parenthood.

Pride celebrations can be tricky with young kids in tow, but celebrating one's queer community and identity is no less essential for these families.

It's tricky enough navigating language with a toddler without the complications of queer parenthood. But no matter what he calls us or how he comes to understand our family is different, I just want him to know he's loved.

How becoming a mom taught me that I didn't need to be selfless to be a good parent.

Stories from a handful of same-sex parents around the country about reactions they've encountered from the world, and how they've chosen to respond in turn.

Because I birthed our baby, society sees me as the "mom" and her as my "sidekick." But she's the mother I've always dreamed my son could have.

I'd been warned that birth plans — like the best laid plans — often go awry.

In the name of Women’s History Month, we introduce you to a few local ladies that are breaking boundaries.

Get to know another set of culinary entrepreneurs as committed to each other as they are to their cookery.

The owners of Marbled Meat Shop and Stock Up, as well as the owners of Talbott & Arding Cheese and Provisions have similar love stories

People ask the weirdest questions and say the strangest things.

GOP candidates Donald Trump and Mike Pence’s extreme anti-abortion views made this lesbian writer truly appreciate the distinction between being “pro-life” and “pro-choice.”

Laura Leigh Abby knew that she and her wife, Sam, couldn't have a baby who was half of each of them, but she didn't anticipate how tricky picking a sperm donor would actually be.

We delete the emails. We tear up during the commercials. We face milestones in our lives without her mother.

Five years ago today I was the victim of a hit-and-run, but what does that mean to me now?

True Life: I had my eggs tested for reality TV.

It's nice that celebrities are opening up about infertility, but what's it like for the rest of us?

I never thought I’d have a plastic surgeon at all, let alone before thirty.

I spent most of my 20s living in New York City, a metropolis that fed me (too much), broke me, revived me, and shaped me. NYC is one of the great loves of my life, and as I prepare to leave it for a new phase of my life, I can’t help but reflect on how the city changed me.

I was 19 when I met my wife, but it took another decade before I got comfortable with words like "lesbian" and "bisexual."

 

Since then, I've openly shared my life and relationship — in essays for publications like Cosmopolitan and on Bravo television.

 

Then a funny thing happened this year: Women began coming out to me.

While my wife’s mother lay dying in a hospital, her animals lived alone in her house.Tell people more about this item. Give people the info they need to go ahead and take the action you want. To make this item your own, click here.

As a queer woman, I have long disliked the Duggars for using fame to push an agenda of intolerance. 

Is coming out to your family during the holiday season right for you?

When my wife Samantha and I decided to be filmed for a reality television series — Newlyweds: The First Year on Bravo — we worried about the reaction of the lesbian community. Will they accept us? we wondered.

I spent 26 years of my life without giving much thought to my ears. In retrospect, they were a lovely pair. When I lost my left one I could not help but notice that my remaining ear is a gorgeously elaborate piece of master design. 

Everyone has an opinion about being gay, and we often have to come out to people without knowing how we'll be received. A sort of fatigue sets in.

I don’t consider myself particularly adept at being a lesbian and I worry that I’m not properly representing my subculture.

Two years before we were married, my wife Sam watched her mom die.

At Sam’s mom’s funeral I sat in the front pew with the family. Of course I did. Her mother was my family, too. Or at least she was supposed to be.

I understood, as a pet owner, a dog lover, that we are responsible for these little guys, that we want to throw credit cards around and tell them to do anything and everything to maintain our animal’s quality of life. But most of us can’t.

 

 

When I picked up Caitlin Doughty’s debut memoir "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes: And Other Lessons from the Crematory"—now a New York Times bestseller—my eyes widened. I was eager to learn her secrets of a new and different way of thinking, one in which it’s okay to talk about dying.

 
Two brides-to-be carve out our own traditions.

Sometimes city life pushes us too hard, hard enough that we push back with the worst versions of ourselves. 

Just over a month before I entered the graduate writing program at The New School I was struck by a car as I stepped into a crosswalk on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. 

When people ask how Sam and I met, I almost never tell them the entire story – that I was Sam’s big sister in a sorority. I still feel ashamed of that detail, as if I did something wrong by falling for her, or I took advantage of her in some way. So I keep my answer simple. I tell them we met in college.

Choosing a new name was going to be a compromise.

Not for a moment did I worry that my family would cast me out. Sadly, this isn't the case for most gay people, and I am grateful that I was so fortunate.

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