Lesbian and Gay Parenting book coverIn a Family Way

A column by Arlene (Ari) Istar Lev

Conversations

| July 1, 2009

I remember when I first realized that my older son was actually a voting member of the family. My partner and I were in the car discussing where we were going out to eat for dinner (it was my night to cook), and I was suggesting Italian, and she was (as usual) suggesting Japanese, and the disagreement was suddenly interrupted by a new vote. “Chinese.”