Spotlight Series: Henry and Joel

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TNF: Tell me about your family.

Henry: Our Son is nearly 2 ½ , he is the light of my life and just the sweetest, goofiest little person I know. Our Family consists of our boy Ben, my Husband Joel and I. Joel and I met in 2005 and were legally wed in Boston, October 10, 2009. I still remember when the Reverend that married us said “May their family tree be fruitful,” we had only discussed having children casually although we both loved the idea of being Dads. It would not be until later in 2010 when they stopped enforcing the Gay adoption ban in our then home of Florida that we really began to pursue Parenthood. We initially thought that adopting through our state made the most sense for us, neither of us felt that using a surrogate was that important. Our feelings were that there were already babies in need of homes, we did not feel the need to create a new life. Joel and I were part of the first openly Gay and Lesbian group going through the process of becoming Foster Parents in our county. It was our hope to adopt via Foster Care but that did not work out for us. We were blessed with two incredible placements, two beautiful babies but they were both reunited with their biological families. Somewhere during our Fostering journey we were privately introduced to a young lady that was 5 months pregnant with a boy. She wanted to give the baby up for adoption and after a few meetings decided that we were the perfect couple. The process was difficult, the climate for Same Gendered adoptions was/is not the warmest in Florida but we had an incredible law team in our corner and shortly after Ben’s October, 2011 birth we became the first Same Sex couple to jointly adopt a baby in Broward County Florida. When the Judge said that we had now paved the way for other families like ours to be created I nearly burst with happiness. That was a perfect day.

 TNF: How did you meet your husband?

Henry: I met my Husband at work, I broke the cardinal rule of  “no fraternizing” and honestly it was the best bad thing I have ever done. We moved in together pretty quickly, rather organically. We kind of just woke up one day and said, “wow, when did all this happen?” One day just magically turned into the next and we are now heading towards 9 years together.

TNF: Do you feel different from other families? If so, how so?

Henry: This is an interesting question, we are quite conservative and traditional in values. We do not live in a very “Gay” area. The majority of our friends are actually either heterosexual or Lesbian so all in all we are quite a regular family. Having said that we are still a two dad family and although we have never faced obvious discrimination, we are still highly visible in our community and often approached with curiosity, albeit it lovingly it still plays as a constant reminder that we are indeed different.

 TNF:  Is it tough being a gay couple where you in Durham?  Do you feel accepted?

Henry: We feel extremely accepted here in Durham NC. We live in a pretty cool blue bubble in an otherwise red state. We are actively involved in LGBTQ parenting groups here so our Son see’s lots of different types of families. I am also working with some wonderful people who are hoping to finally open a LGBTQ Community Center here in my town. My function will be to hopefully oversee the parenting programs, offering resources and help to the parents in our community. I will also offer guidance for those wanting to become parents either via Fostering, Adoption or Surrogacy. We will also offer a place where children of LGBTQ parents can gather, find fellowship and thrive. When Ben was born I created DADsquared, it was initially meant to be a place where Gay Dads could gather and help one another, It has grown into one of the largest on-line communities for same gendered families and those hoping to grow their families. I hope that much of what I have learned with DADsquared along with my training as a life Coach can translate into my role with the Durham Community Center.

TNF: What has having a family meant to you?

Henry: There really are no words. I grew up wondering If I could ever be a happy, self-loving, well-adjusted Gay man. I never dreamt that in my life time I would see doors opening that would not only help me marry the man of my dreams, but to also be able to experience the honor of being called Daddy. It’s quite something. My Mother passed away in 2004, she never met Joel and never got to see me this happy. I know that as Ben was making his way through the heavens to join us she got the chance to hold him and kiss him, I know he met his Abuela somewhere out there and that gives me great joy and peace.

 TNF: Tell us a bit about your site and why you created it?

Henry: As I said above, when Ben was first born we felt a bit alone, we did not have many similar families around us and I just wanted to see others like us. It began with the Facebook page and grew into the actual Website.  We have so many wonderful members that share their experiences and resources with each other. We have an awesome group of Pro’s that we work with like great Attorneys, Doctors and Adoption Agencies that have literally helped us help others create families, how amazing is that? We have also helped bring families together, we help people locate other families around them that they did not know existed. When I get photos sent to me of a new baby or of two families that have met because of DADsquared with smiling faces looking back at me because “Johnny has two dads just like me,” I literally at times burst into tears. Sometimes in life we ask ourselves, “what is my purpose in life?” “What do I want to be when I grow up?” Well luckily because of my involvement with DADsquared, my family and my Coaching practice, I no longer ask myself those questions.

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Thank you Henry and Joel for sharing your story with us.  What  a beautiful family!  We love Dadsquared!  

 

 

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COLAGE- For People with LGBTQ Parents

April 3, 2014 by  
Filed under Same Sex Parent

By Brandy Black

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TNF: What is Colage?

Robin: COLAGE is a national organization that unites people with lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, and/or queer parents into a network of peers and supports them as they nurture and empower each other to be skilled, self-confident, and just leaders in our collective communities.

TNF: What is your role there?

Robin: I am the National Program Director so I oversee and develop our programming, work directly as a mentor to people with LGBTQ parents and provide support for LGBTQ families.

TNF: Do you have LGBTQ parents?

Robin: Yes! I was born into an LGBQ family I have two moms (one is bisexual and one is a lesbian) who both wanted to have children and found my donor dad through the gay and lesbian community. Both my moms birthed a child (me and my brother) with the same donor dad who was part of our lives growing up. My dad’s partner has also been in my life since I was 5 so we call him my bonus dad. In COLAGE we call that a, “bothie,” when you have both moms and dads. I also am bisexual and plan on being a parent myself so my children will also be part of this community!

TNF: What inspired you to be involved?

Robin: I grew up in rural northern New Mexico extremely isolated from other LGBTQ families. I was born in the 80′s and my family was quite closeted for safety and because of the nature of the times. I grew up ashamed, scared, alone yet also with a fierce sense of pride. I always knew I was missing something, a place where I was understood, supported and loved for all of who I was. When I was in my early 20′s I decided to write a book about my experience because I didn’t know of any resources at the time. In my research I found COLAGE and my long lost family.

TNF: What are some key initiatives of Colage?

Robin: COLAGE’s three main initiatives are to unite people who have LGBTQ parents, provide programming and resources that foster community building, and to provide training and leadership opportunities for youth to become advocates. We have an extensive collection of resources for parents and COLAGErs on our website, online communities, 15 community groups across the country as well as national programming for youth to receive more in depth leadership training.

TNF: What age is appropriate to introduce your kids to Colage?

Robin: Traditionally, our programming starts around the 3rd grade level, partly because this is when we have seen other resources for LGBTQ families drop off, and also because this is a time when youth really needing to be able to talk about their families and see that they are not alone. We do think it is valuable to provide COLAGE spaces for people of all ages and work with parents who have younger children to utilize our resources and do community organizing to support their family.

TNF: Do you have any events coming up that our readers could attend in LA, New York or any other markets?

Robin: Yes! Our national team will be in LA April 12th providing a full day of programming for youth ages 6-18, a parent cafe, as well as a public panel of COLAGErs, and events for adult COLAGErs. For more information and to purchase tickets, check out our Eventbrite listing. We also have active chapters in both LA and New York that hold events year round. Both of those communities can be reached by emailing losangeles@colage.org or newyorkcity@colage.org

TNF: Do you have any tips for LGBT parents or parents-to-be?

Robin: Find community, be open, listen to your child (we all have different experiences with our families), and realize that your child has an identity connected to yours and that is a wonderful and challenging thing at times. When we are connected to other people who have families like ours, we are able to see that our difference is our strength and become empowered individuals with a unique and blessed experience to offer the world.

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Tortillas and Tomatillo Sauce

By: Stephen & Adam Podowitz-Thomas

Stephen and I fell in love over freshly-made tortillas and tomatillo sauce.  Our first official date was at a hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant in downtown Palo Alto, CA, nearby where we were both in graduate school.  I had spent some time building a schoolhouse near Merida, Mexico when I was eighteen, and loved the food and culture I experienced while there.  Ever since, I have kept an eye out for authentic Mexican places, but had never heard of this tiny place that Stephen raved about.  Nervously venturing into the restaurant, I was excited by the aromas I smelled and the sight of Stephen standing up to greet me.  Needless to say, the food was stellar, but even more so the company.

We made many more visits to La Morenita, often sitting at the same table as that first date.  I was excited one visit to spot chilaquiles on the menu (a breakfast favorite from my time in Mexico), and Stephen was always happy to get another order of their chicken sopes (a dish hard to find in Manhattan, his collegiate stomping grounds).  It was also at the restaurant that we realized that we both wanted kids, after laughing at a child delightfully chowing down on his first tortilla chip.

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Stephen mulling over our options at a traditional tapas restaurant

Over the years, eating out and trying new foods have become a big part of our lives.  We look for restaurants serving cuisines we haven’t seen before and get to know the places we live and visit through the foods they share with us.  Developing memories of Hawaii while eating the best saimin (a noodle dish) on Kauai during our honeymoon and hiking a tall hill in San Francisco for Nepalese food has kept our relationship interesting and fun.  Further, this sense of exploration, instilling a deep sense of wonder and discovery in both of us, is something we hope to impart to our kids in the future, because it was such a key lesson of our own childhoods.

Sharing food and the love that it entails has fed into other aspects of our lives, from our own exploits in the kitchen that we discussed in our last post to planning our recent wedding.  One of the very first decisions we made in the planning process was that we wanted a family-style wedding dinner with our closest friends and family gathered around a communal table.  We purposely kept our guest list small and on a beautiful August day in California, were able to enjoy a meal where passing dishes was expected, while laughter and conversation filled the air.  The night reminded us of the many family dinners we had when we were kids, surrounded by our loved ones, and enjoying food prepared by our parents.  And we hope that it was simply the first of many dinner parties for us, parties that we hope to eventually share with kids of our own.

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Our family and friends sharing food and conversation at our wedding

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Harper’s Birthmother Shares Her Story

April 1, 2014 by  
Filed under Same Sex Parent, Trey Darnell

This guest post is by Mercy Verner, a birthmother.

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Harper and Mercy

I made one of the hardest decisions of my life.  It started a little over a year ago.  I found out I was pregnant.  I stared at the test, as if it would change.  I realized that it was not going to change, and I immediately freaked out.

I didn’t know what to do.  I knew I wasn’t ready.  I couldn’t take care of another human being.  At least, not in the way that I wanted to.  I wanted my child to have more than what I had growing up.

I decided that that is what I needed to do. I needed to give my child a better life than what I could give.  I went through all the options associated with adoption.  I browsed many adoption websites and a few places, but none of them seemed right.

Then I stumbled across a website that dealt with same-sex couples and I learned about open adoption.  I looked through the possible adoptive parents and one couple –  Matt and Trey – stuck out from the rest.  They looked a bit goofy, and they seemed truly happy with each other.

I explored their profile and watched a video about them interviewing their cat about being a big sister.  It reminded me so much of my family, and right then and there I knew that they were the perfect couple.

As our relationship with them began to grow, they felt like part of the family.  Months had gone by and things were going the way I wanted them to.  I was almost ready(ish).  In my head, I knew exactly what I needed to do, but my heart was aching.  Emotionally, I wasn’t ready at all.

Then the contractions started.  I was so scared. I wasn’t ready to let go.  I just wanted to keep her in there and never let go.  Unfortunately, the reality set in.  I was at a regular check-up after being in inactive labor for eleven days.

As the doctor checked me, she spoke those few words that I definitely did not want to hear just yet.  She informed me that I would be having a baby that night.  I was freaking out, and trying to stay cool at the same time.

It did not work that well.  I didn’t have anything ready.  I made my way up to labor and delivery; it became even more overwhelming.  I laid in that hospital bed, trying to sort out my thoughts, and waiting for the nurses to give me an update about how everything was going.

Harper and her birth parents

Harper and her birth parents

I thought that I couldn’t do it; it just seemed to surreal.  Then the father walked into the room and it somewhat reassured me.  He had been there through the entire pregnancy and I was so happy to have him there.

It was a hard pregnancy, with many decisions.  I don’t know how I could have made it through all the craziness of pregnancy without him.  In a few short hours, we welcomed our daughter to the world.  August 19, 2013.

I spent that night with my daughter. I could hardly sleep. I woke up with every little sound she made.  The next morning I was awaiting the arrival of Matt and Trey.  It felt like an eternity for them to get to the hospital.

Matt and Trey with Harper and her mother

Matt and Trey with Harper and her mother

They finally arrived and I was so glad they had made it and were there with me.  I spent the next week with all three of them.  During that week, the father and I had to sign the final adoption papers.

That was the hardest thing to do.  Just hearing what was happening.  It was easier just to not talk about it.  As I signed them, I began to panic.  I tried my hardest to stay strong.  I wasn’t about to let myself be selfish, especially when it came to my daughter.

I kept telling myself that I love her and that this is the best thing I could possibly ever do for her. As they left my hometown and we made our goodbyes, I could feel my heart breaking.  I didn’t want to say goodbye.  I didn’t want to go.

I knew that I would see them again soon.  I was so skeptical.  I thought that we would hardly talk.  Oh boy, was I ever wrong. I talk to them all the time, and whenever.  We Facetime when we can and I receive pictures of her almost daily.

First family photo

First family photo

I get to see my daughter grow up, I truly love the concept of an open adoption.  It helped that I could still be mom.  It definitely is hard but it is something that is a day-by-day challenge.  I absolutely love my relationship with Matt and Trey and especially my daughter.

I was so scared that this would be a nightmare, but I was wrong.  My family has grown so much more.

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Gay Dad: Be Prepared!

March 31, 2014 by  
Filed under John Jericiau, Same Sex Parent

By John Jericiau

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I often have this same recurring dream. I just woke up from it in fact. I’m in my Honda Odyssey. It’s been parked outside a party or some kind of get together. The event has ended and I’m in the driver’s seat about to start it. The road that I’m parked on is extremely steep, and I’m parked facing uphill. There is snow on the ground and all my windows are foggy from the cold except for the front windshield. I have black gloves on.

I proceed to turn the key to start the engine, and nothing happens. The engine doesn’t turn over. However, I do begin to roll backward. Ever so slowly at first, but I quickly pick up speed. Nothing I do to prevent this from happening works. I can’t turn off the car. I can’t shift gears. The other partygoers that are meandering back to their cars start to scream. I feel large objects as my Odyssey drives over them.

My rationale mind takes over and I decide that I have to do something. My speed is increasing and I don’t want to crash someone’s dinner on the way down the hill. Blindly I cut the steering wheel one direction as hard as I can, and the behemoth I was trying to control raises its left front and left rear wheels. I softly (never with a bang) land and slide for a bit on the entire right side of the vehicle, until I come to a gradual stop. No crash, no explosion. I’m not hurt. Partygoers come running and I fearfully ask if I hurt anyone. Not a soul. It’s only then that I remember that I had a baby sleeping in the car seat behind my seat. I whip my head around to see that he is still sleeping soundly.

I’m not sure why this is floating around in my head. Some say that dreams are a reflection of our best hopes and worst worries. I shouldn’t be worried about snow. I live in Southern California (although I’m originally from New York.) It’s fairly flat in our beach community, although we spend a fair amount of time in the mountains surrounding us. Plus, in all my years I’ve never seen a car accident happen, let alone be in one (and I have probably jinxed – double jinxed – that streak.)

I have had some problems with my Honda. Now and then it would fail to start, much like in my dream, and I would have to find a jump. I recently had a new battery installed, covered by the warranty. And there was the time in the first month I had the Honda, where I felt that there was a delay from the time I pressed on the gas until the time where I started moving forward, and I rolled backwards in my driveway a few feet until the wall of my house stopped me. I’ve kept that boo boo covered for 1 ½ years with an Obama supporter magnet, but after many times finding it thrown on the ground by people passing by my parking spot at a store, it recently disappeared completely.

I’m surprised that I don’t have nightmares about my greatest fear: child abduction. I’ve stopped watching ‘Nancy Grace’ or ‘America’s Most Wanted’ long ago because of the head games those shows would play on me. I imagine that because of all the haters out there (and now that Fred Phelps has died there is at least one less) who will stop at nothing to extinguish my happiness, they will try to hit me right where it hurts. Not my wallet, but my heart. And as any parent knows, steal my kid and game over. I know it’s crazy to think that someone would take a child just because of whom their parent loves, but I’ve lived through 9/11, and I’ve read about the murders in Russia, so I’ve got to keep my guard up.

So as I’m sitting in my house listening to the boys play in the backyard, and there comes a lull in the noise, I find myself running back to check on them, or yelling back there “Everybody okay?” or I ask them to sing that song from ‘Frozen’ yet one more time.

As I’m driving I’m constantly studying my surroundings, inventing scenarios and the solutions to escape them. If that oncoming bus suddenly veered into my lane, what would I do? If that mild mannered Pit Bull on the ground ahead of us suddenly charged out at my boys, which foot would I use to kick it and knock it out? Or if someone in a nondescript van snatched one of my boys who was lagging a half a block back while we were walking down the street, would I chase it or call for help? The police would take about 5 minutes to get to my house; Uber about 3.

It’s tiring being so vigilant, always having to be on your toes. But the alternative is frightening, horrific, and maddening. So I will stay prepared, and maybe someday I will wake up from the nightmare called hate.

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Good-Bye Fred Phelps, It’s Time to Go

March 28, 2014 by  
Filed under Rob Watson, Same Sex Parent

By Rob Watson

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I wrote Fred Phelps a requiem.  It was widely read on the day of his death, and I have spoken on air several times as a de-facto Fred Phelps “expert”.  (Please, no one put THAT distinction on my resume!)  In one of the on air conversations, the host asked the son of a friend of mine what he thought about Fred Phelp’s death.  The young man, who is also gay, answered without any vitriol, “I’m glad he is gone.”

I agree.  He is gone, and it is time to let go of our need to focus on him.  I have been fighting for LGBT rights for a long, long time.  Fred Phelps was not always in that fight, but it feels like he was.  It feels like he has always been and always will be anti-gay hatred personified.

He emerged after an event occurred that was so graphic and raw, that it tore not only at the heart of the LGBT community.  It caught the attention of the mass population in a way that hundreds of thousands of deaths of gay men had not.

A young man named Matthew Shepherd was beaten and found crucified on a Wyoming fence.

The shock and horror of Matthew’s demise was magnified with what, or more to the point, who, came next:  Fred Phelps.

Phelps and his Westboro Church were opportunistic.  The high profile of the Matthew Shepherd case was the perfect chance for them to grab the notoriety they craved.  While the nation reeled in shock, they picketed Matthew’s funeral and proclaimed that the young victim would burn in hell.  We had not seen such bold insensitivity on the part of the homophobic voice before and it offended not only those who disagreed with it, but also those who shared its sentiments.

The Phelps clan’s appearance at the funeral began a very long and notorious career of protesting at as many visible AIDS victim and LGBT funerals as they could find.  They also targeted Pride events and celebrations.  They became the lightning rod of hatred towards gay people.  When after time, they felt they were not getting enough attention for that hatred from an apathetic American public, they morphed their protests to include fallen American service people.  They could barely rationalize this activity and were naked seeking to incite by picking targets of people whom the public revered.

 I do not respect Fred Phelps, nor do I forgive the pain he inflicted, but I value him.  I value what he contributed to the struggle for LGBT equality.  I am grateful that because of his presence, millions woke up to understand homophobia better and to confront it.  I am also glad he is gone, just like my young friend.  I do not want him imprinted on the consciousness of our children.

His activity had a dramatic and unintended consequence.  He and his family became the mirror that many Americans had to face about their own attitudes about LGBT people. They did not like what they saw.  Others who did not harbor such negativity themselves were made aware that such oppression existed.  My blogger friend Ono Kono was one,  she wrote,  “Two decades ago, I was unaware of the struggle of LGBT people. Back then, I was a busy working Mom, juggling career and family. I cared about others, but I was asleep when it came to their plight…I thank you Phelps clan for opening my heart to love, in spite of your hatred for my LGBT brothers and sisters. I saw the cruelty in your eyes, echoed by the pain in others who watched you. I don’t know what brought you down your path to hatred. I can only say, I thank you for being so open about it, but only because you helped me wake up to the horrid truth that people who hate still exist.”

Fred Phelps and his Westboro Church believe what many who are homophobic out of “religious” principles espouse.  Their anti-gay stance is based on a poorly thought out, superficial reading of the colloquially translated Bible.  “The Bible says that being gay is a sin”, is the popular notion.

The Bible does not actually say that.  What it actually represents is specific writings from ancient times, addressing situations in those times and places that have nothing to do with modern LGBT people.  In order to make it apply to our current life, its proponents have to take passages out of historical or cultural context and demand only a calculated literal understanding of them.  Fred Phelps has been their undoing.

Fred Phelps has been consistent.  There is no way to approach Biblical interpretation, stay true to it, and not conclude that God does not only hate gay people, but that He wishes us dead, stoned, specifically.  The Westboro Church has simply expressed the extreme but logical extension of the “Christian Principles” other anti-gay people also state and claim to support.

Phelps held a mirror up to the homophobic Christians as to what their “principles” looked like.  They did not like what they saw.  They saw hatred, but did not feel like haters.  It forced many to take a more educated look at scripture and found their original uneducated comprehension was lacking.  They found there were many ancient mandates there that did not apply to modern life, and they found that the passages they had ascribed to gay people both did not apply, nor did they feel the ramifications reflected the bigger core principles of love that they valued.

Fred Phelps became the example that no self respecting Christian wanted to become. Many actively readdressed their values and public tolerance of LGBT rights began to surge.

One of my blogs about my family got on the Phelps’s radar about a year ago.  It inspired this tweet from Fred’s daughter, “Fag marriage is not about ideology or who’s “nice”.  It’s about obeying God as a Nation!”  My sincere response to her was: “Thanks Margie.  Your family has done more to propel gay rights forward than mine ever could.  Congrats.”

That is my requiem to Fred Phelps.  He was a man with a mission.  His failure to succeed is his triumph.

He achieved the most epic fail in modern history.  Not only did he not inspire a single person to his point of view, he drove millions away in revulsion.  For everything he lost in personal credibility and respect, he helped fortify the well being of those he sought to destroy.

His contribution is iconic for that very reason.  It is a lesson that today’s fundamentalist Christians who seek to discriminate under the banner of “religious freedom” need to absorb.  My hope is that at the death of Mr. Phelps, they take a sober look at his legacy, and seek not to emulate it.  He is their current and present wake up call.

My hope that in my sons’ lifetime, they will not know a “Fred Phelps”.  He is gone, and needs to stay that way.

 

 

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Lesbian Power Mom in Los Angeles

March 26, 2014 by  
Filed under Same Sex Parent

By Brandy Black

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Paletas by day, dance parties by night and and an engagement photo shoot in-between.  Power mom Jennifer Roper is an inspiration and truly fabulous.  I don’t know how she stays on top of it all while raising her daughter in Los Angeles with her wife. I finally caught up with her in all the madness to find out what makes this woman tick!

She tells me about her family…

My wife and I have been together for 11 years but were just married this past June, 2 days after the verdict to legalize same sex marriage  We set the date before we knew but figured it was going to be a huge celebration or a giant F-you, either way a it was going to be an crazy, fun, emotional fete. Our (then 7 year old) daughter chose her role in the wedding to be the ring “burier” She not only brought the rings down the aisle but did a reading of a poem she wrote and read the lyrics to The Cure’s song “The Love Song”

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Tell me about Si Paletas and what inspired you to start the business?

The only thing I feel like is really “me” has to do with food, travel, celebrations/gatherings and aesthetics. Combining all three led me to Paletas..beautiful to look at but made by hand with interesting flavors and totally inspired by my Mexico travels somehow it all led to these crazy interesting ice pops. My daughter certainly loves being the test taster.

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You have been our family photographer for years now, how long have you been LA’s family/wedding/corporate photographer?

I graduated from art school and had always know I would be in the arts in some fashion. Photography always satisfied my voyeuristic nature and I loved the off the cuff aspect of weddings, events and portraiture. You can treat every event the same or look for something new each time and I choose to do the latter. I thrive in being thrown in to a new situation and having to flourish. It is the same feeling i get when traveling. 

You have been an inspiration to my family in that you have a deep love for travel, tell me where you’ve been and why it’s so important for you to travel with your family?

Just like I mentioned above I LOVE being in the midst of unfamiliarity. I often explain that when i am in a country I don’t know the language I feel like the rest of my senses (or survival instincts) kick in on overload. I become hyper aware of people and social nuances and I love that. We started traveling with our daughter since day one and my biggest hope for her is to instill a curiosity for the world. It is too easy to become myopic with a child and we always want to remind her that there is so much more in the world than our immediate surroundings. As a family we have been to Japan, Vietnam, Mexico, Dominican Republic, Quebec along with many domestic trips. My wife was born and raised in the Czech Republic and I have traveled most of Europe and beyond.  We leave for Turkey in a few weeks!!

 What else should I know about you?

That is about it. Although we live in Los Angeles I don’t feel like we have a very LA lifestyle. We are pretty focused on our neighborhood in our daily life then try to get away, locally and internationally as much as possible. My daughter thinks she is going to grow to be a photographer but she doesn’t realize I won’t allow it and will steer her into something sensible like the Peace Corps.  

Thank you Jennifer Roper for allowing us a few minutes out of your busy schedule.  You have a true love for celebrating life and it’s infectious! Good luck with  Si Paletas and your photography.

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Rediscovering the Foods of Our Family

By: Stephen & Adam Podowitz-Thomas

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The fish swam lazy laps around the tub, ignoring the ring of grime, and wondering what it had done to deserve this temporary imprisonment in porcelain.  My grandmother had arrived with the carp from her parents’ fish shop on the lower east side, intent on turning it into gefilte fish for that night’s dinner.

“Hold on a second,” my husband, Adam, said,  “she put a live, whole fish in the bathtub?”

While it was certainly one of the stranger things my family used to do, the story exemplifies the impression food from my childhood has left on me.  I was telling him the story because we were working on a recipe for a Passover dish, something that came from my past, and something we hoped to share with a child of our own in the near future.

My husband and I had been talking about growing our family through adoption for sometime before we decided the moment was right to start the process. We carefully researched our options and settled on domestic open adoption because we wanted our future child to know their birthparents.  We hope to have an open relationship with our child’s birthparents, as well. We wanted our child to have very positive associations with being adopted and know that everyone in their extended family (particularly, us and the birthparents) loves them.

Once we found the right open adoption agency, we were off and running. From our first information session to “going live” (in adoption lingo, that’s screened, approved and available to match with birthparents), we took about 1 1/2 months. That’s pretty fast for our agency, considering we had background checks, health screens, home visits, and many rounds of edits to our “dear birthmother” letter, but we were motivated to get it started.

And then began the waiting part of the process. Given how fast we got the paperwork portion done, you can probably tell that Adam and I like to keep things moving.  Rather than just wait, we decided to use the time to think about the things that really mattered to us growing up.

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Baking Cookies at Grandma Thomas’ House

 

One of the things that makes us both think of family is food.  Adam grew up in Georgia and North Carolina and has fond memories of helping prepare his mother’s mac ‘n’ cheese and his Aunt Deanie’s dill bread.  I grew up in New Jersey in a family with Eastern European roots, and I loved visiting my grandparents in New York, where they would cook stuffed cabbage, borscht, and sweet noodle kugel.  Adam and I have decided that there won’t be any fish swimming in our bathtub, but thinking about our family traditions made us realize how much food has been a part of them for both of our families. We decided our love of cooking and the foods we remember fondly growing up were things we wanted to pass on to our child.

We set out to find those recipes and create our own versions of family classics, but between spending many years in school and moving to the other side of the country, we had forgotten many of the basics.

My first stop was my mother.  I wanted my bubbie’s borscht recipe for us to try out that weekend.  “She never wrote it down,” my mother responded.  The same held true for most of my grandparents’ recipes.

Adam didn’t have much more luck. His family was a bit better about putting things down in writing, but when it came to Aunt Deanie’s dill bread, we hit a dead end. He knew which cookbooks some of the standards–brownies, biscuits, and beans–came out of, but there was no way to completely recreate the more special, and therefore more important, recipes.

While we didn’t have much luck sleuthing out written recipes, we still had our taste memories and the little bit of information our parents could provide.  Armed with this base minimum, we have started experimenting.  We’ve been taking advantage of online resources and cookbooks with ingredients and techniques that sound like they will reproduce the food we remember.  Sometimes things don’t come out quite the same, but in most cases our intuitions have served us well.  We’ve been incredibly stubborn, recreating recipes over and over again, changing small ingredients and tiny processes until it tastes the way it did when we were five.

One of our early successes was with kreplach soup.  I remember going to a diner in New York near my grandmother’s house that had the most amazing kreplach, small “Jewish dumplings” often filled with coarse ground beef.  It took grinding meat dozens of different ways (some were too fine, some had too much gristle, others had the wrong flavor), not to mention playing with the dough (figuratively and literally–our cat decided pieces of dough looked like balls she should steal off the counter and hide under the couch), until we got it right. But wow, when we hit, we hit it spot on.

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Our first attempt at making Kreplach

 

We have also found ways to blend our food traditions, including stunning versions of sweet potato bourbon kugel, pecan pie rugelach, and dill challah.  Believe it or not, Jewish and Southern food pair unbelievably well, at least if you’re willing to leave out the ham hock in the green beans (which Adam still swears is a sacrilege).  By sharing the flavors from our childhoods, we’ve learned more about one another and begun developing our own traditions that we’ll be able to share with our future children.  We may not be a traditional “blended” family, but we’re certainly discovering new ways of combining our pasts and developing an image of our future.

With all of the work we’ve been putting in to these recipes, we decided it might be worthwhile to record them, both so we can recreate them in the future, and to hopefully make it easier to pass them on to our future kids.  Our blog, Biscuits & Brisket, was born from this effort.  As is so frequently the case, writing the stories that we associate with these foods has brought back other memories and more recipes to try.  It has also created more traditions for us.

While we’re still waiting to match with a birth mom, we’re feeling increasingly confident that when we do, we’ll have the ability to share our love, both for each other and with our child, through our food.  We’ll teach them about the traditions that we hold dear, and create more of our own. And we won’t have any fish swimming in our bathtub.

Read more about Stephen & Adam’s journey to adoption on our profile page.

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Gay Dad: When The To-Do List Becomes To-Didn’t

March 25, 2014 by  
Filed under John Jericiau, Same Sex Parent

By John Jericiau
To-Do-List

It happens often, and it’s happening right now. Even though I have three boys and all the activities in their lives to orchestrate, there are times when our household is running like a well-oiled machine, humming through life day by day with ease. I have no worries, except wondering how I’m going to spend each moment of each fabulous day.

This is not one of those times. Maybe it’s because one parent (my other half) has been travelling for work a lot in an unpredictable pattern. It might be because the boys have passed around a cold virus like a ping-pong ball at the rec center. Or perhaps one might say it’s because we have three boys under 7.

While these might be factors that shake up the schedule, most parents are well aware that this is just how life works. Just when things are running smoothly and you’re getting a handle on your to-do list, getting back to consistent workouts, and actually reading a book, a rogue wave comes along to wash away all your careful planning.

Colds and other illnesses are always a danger. Besides having a miserable child, you have a miserable child who is banned from all their activities (so they are with you nearly 24/7 to infect you) and who is extra clingy (and ready to infect you with a productive cough that has your face as a target.)

The extended family is always a threat to a calm life. Aging parents have more reports of discomfort and pain than a classroom full of kids, and you’re recipient numero uno of those reports. Siblings, cousins, aunts and uncles have their own lives and troubles, babies and divorces, accidents and arrests, and depending on your relationship with the particular relative, you may feel like you have an extra child or two.

Other things I call administrative in nature can take up a huge chunk of your time and energy, and believe me sometimes these things are the bane of my existence. Finding time to work on these silent killers (silent because they get no press, no pay, and no applause) can be frustrating. This is usually how I find myself spending the hours of 9:00pm to 11:00pm much to the chagrin of my other half, who nevertheless understands that I honestly have no other time in my day to perform the administrative duties. Preparing taxes (heavy on my mind right now), paying bills, and picking out summer activities. Planning vacation, making doctor’s appointments, and buying new clothes for boys who are growing like weeds. Laundry, dishes, and general cleaning. I say general cleaning because forget about getting to more specific cleaning. Weeks have gone by where I’ve noticed a random pile of dirt or a toy in the corner, and I have literally not had a second to pick it up. Sounds utterly crazy, but I know you know what I’m talking about.

Renew a passport. Call a friend. Get a vehicle’s oil changed. File some papers. Buy the monthly anniversary gift. Reorganize the closet in the foyer. After a while the list that constantly loops through my brain becomes a loud numbing buzz, one that paralyzes me and prevents me from doing anything on the list. So I get nothing done that can be characterized as a “project.” Except now I am really really good at making lists. And complaining about the length and difficulty of them to anyone who will listen – which is no one because who listens to an aging parent?

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Rainbow Families Announces 2014 Family Conference

March 24, 2014 by  
Filed under Same Sex Parent

Rainbow Families in DC.

Rainbow Families DC is offering a special opportunity for LGBT parents, family members and their children, as well as prospective parents, to come together for a day of learning, networking and fellowship.  

2014_Conference Rainbow Families

The 2014 Family Conference by Rainbow Families DC presented by CT Fertility and Pink & Blue Surrogacy and Fertility, LLC. will take place on Saturday, April 26 from 8:30 A.M. to 5:30 P.M. at Georgetown Day School (4200 Davenport St NW high school campus) in Washington, DC.

 The conference’s keynote will be provided by Judy Gold, Emmy award-winning actor and comedian.

The 2014 Family Conference will bring together hundreds of parents and families, expert panelists, service providers, businesses, schools, and others interested in connecting with the Rainbow Families DC community. A full day of diverse workshops will be available to conference participants, as well as discussion groups, social networking opportunities, and a resource fair featuring information and tools in a variety of topic areas of importance to LGBT parents and prospective parents.

The conference will offer four learning “tracks” for participants:

  • Paths to Parenthood which includes discussions about donor insemination, surrogacy, and adoption options, as well as considerations for raising children across racial and cultural boundaries;
  • Educating Our Children, Changing Our Schools will address family diversity in K-12 learning environments, how to navigate and build a relationship with your school as LGBT parents, and how to equip children for middle school;
  • Supporting Our Families includes being a dad in a “Mom’s World,” advice on parenting techniques, and topics related to multicultural families; and
  • Legal, Financial, and Legislative Hot Topics covers how to ensure children have two legal parents and basic financial planning for the LGBT family.

The conference also includes a fun and nurturing day of activities designed for children. Kids’ Camp, for kids 2.5 years old through elementary school age, is a full-day of engaging and age-appropriate activities led by energetic volunteers and a group of outstanding activity providers from some of the best programs in the DC Metro area. These activities will be presented alongside COLAGE, for children in middle and high school, which offers unique programming for youth with LGBT parents, run by adults who also have LGBT parents.

Online registration for the 2014 Family Conference is $40 per person for Rainbow Families DC members and $50 for non-members through April 24th (if spots remain available) at www.rainbowfamiliesdc.org. Registration for kids’ activities must be made online and are $25 per child for members and $30 for each non-member child. On-site registration will be available beginning at 8:30 A.M. on Saturday, April 26 for adults only; no on-site registration will be available for Kids’ Camp.

If you are an LGBT family in DC and want to learn more about the 2014 Family Conference, check out Rainbow Families DC 

 

 

 

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