With children who have never said a word, parents tend to assume, for better or for worse, that there isn't any language there.

I tend to find the ecstasy hidden in ordinary joys, because I did not expect those joys to be ordinary to me.

I met people on college campuses who were defining themselves as genderqueer to express revolutionary feelings, or to communicate their individuality; they were gender fluid without being gender dysphoric. This phenomenon may be culturally significant, but it has only a little bit in common with the people who feel they can have no authentic self in their birth gender.

Loving our own children is an exercise for the imagination.

I had always wanted to have children, so it caused me a lot of grief when I was younger, and I had supposed that gay people could not be parents.

Life is enriched by difficulty; love is made more acute when it requires exertion.

It's deeply humbling to realize that there is no such thing as a society with a purchase on truth.