I'd had a vaguely Jewish upbringing, but no deep connection to faith.

I grew up feeling that to be gay was a tragedy. I didn't grow up thinking that it was morally wrong, but I grew up thinking that it would make me marginal, prevent me from having children, and quite possibly prevent me from having a meaningful long relationship. It seemed that this condition would leave me with a vastly reduced life.

Parenthood abruptly catapults us into a permanent relationship with a stranger.

The absence of marriages will result in all kinds of financial burdens that gay people wouldn't face if they could get married.

Grief is depression in proportion to circumstance; depression is grief out of proportion to circumstance.

Your gender identity is who you are. Sexual identity is who you bounce that off of.

I felt like all of the work was training for just one central idea: Accept your child for who he is. I'm not saying that I've done a brilliant job with that. But I've done my best.