One of my closest friends both loves me and cannot stand me simultaneously. (Come to think of it, several of my friends love me and kind not stand me simultaneously. I am Schrodinger’s friendship?) Anyway, the reason they love me is because I am loyal and adoring and the human equivalent of a chonky Golden… Read more Happy Birthday to My Friend Alis
Our middle child was born a biological female on 1 May 2007. This summer, that child informed us that his biological sex was a physical misrepresentation of his true gender. That, in fact, he was a boy in his heart and his mind. Thus, we now have a son. His name is Scott, and we… Read more Behold, Our Son
I was a transgender ally, even before my son came out as a trans boy. I was shocked and appalled to learn that not all feminists are trans allies. Some feminists are flat out transphobic. They insist biological sex is the only aspect that truly counts in gender identity, and cis women are the only… Read more Controlling the Dialog
At the moment, JK Rowling is feeling very hard done by due to the backlash against her transphobia. Those who support her, and support a transphobic agenda, are particularly butthurt that they are being called bigots. Tough. That is exactly what they are. The very definition of a bigot is: a person who is obstinately… Read more Bigotry without Bigots
The Mari Lwyd is a traditional folk custom that managed to survive in South Wales, particularly around the area of Glamorgan. It involves a hobby horse, which is a horse’s skull mounted on a pole with glass eyes, being carried by a person hidden under a large sheet of decorated white cloth, and it can freak… Read more Mari Lwyd Rides in the Vale of Glamorgan
I married the love of my life, my Sweet Babou, 18 years ago today. I know it looks like I snatched him from a high school dance, but he was actually 25. I thought he was just the cutest young man I’d ever seen. Now, after three children and a lot of water under the… Read more Happy 18th Anniversary Sweet Babou!
Howard Phillips Lovecraft, more widely known as author H. P. Lovecraft, was born on 20 August 1890 in Providence, Rhode Island. Like Edgar Allan Poe, Lovecraft was a master of horror who would die in poverty, obscure and unloved except by a few die-hard fans, but after his death his works became famous. Now, like… Read more Cthulhu Called
My darling middle daughter, my Beltane Baby, turned 12 years old today. Buttercup is a magnificent person, if I do say so myself. She is funny, with a lightening fast wit and the ability to quick-draw a pun that amazes me. She is also smart, interested in everything from the theories of quantum physics to… Read more Buttercup is 12
My eldest child has done it again. She’s gotten a year old and a that much closer to adulthood in what feels like a blink of an eye. My baby, the beautiful and bold Blossom, turned 14 today. It seems like yesterday she was a newborn … Sweet Babou and I were delirious with joy… Read more Blossom Is 14 Years Old Now
March Madness isn’t just the breeding season for hares and the bringing of college basketball tournaments in America (although Go Big Blue!). No, it is also time to enjoy the glorious spring weather in Wales (it has been raining for 2 weeks) and to deal with encroaching sheep. We currently live in a big cottage… Read more Sheep on My Trampoline and a Jack Escape