Wait, But Do You Have a Mom?

In honor of pride month, I thought I'd take a little trip down memory lane to the day I learned what the word gay means. But since not everyone makes it to the end of these posts, here are a list of Black-led LGBTQ+ organizations that you can support: Transgender Law Center, The Solutions Not…

I Guess I Was Expensive, But I Don’t Really Know…

I was in 9th grade. A group of my friends and I sat around a lunch table, cracking jokes and having fun. I don’t remember what triggered it, but somehow the conversation turned to questions about how my parents had me. If you’re new here, you may not know, but I am the daughter of…

Guilt and Gratitude Spiced with Jet Lag

Okay, I am finally home. After three weeks of amazing travels and reuniting with family and friends on the European continent we have returned to our home base. It feels so good to be home, but leaving anywhere is rarely fun. Saying goodbye to people you love is definitely not fun and I am a…

Happy Anniversary Dad and Daddy

I try not to get political here. I try to keep my very strong political beliefs to myself in this space in an effort to not reject anyone’s opinions, but to me, this story isn’t about political ideology, this story is about my family and my belief that no matter what anyone may think, we…

Dad! She says you’re gay!!!

For someone who has two gay dads I didn’t even know what “gay” meant until I was seven. Cause guess what? To me, they were just my dads. It wasn’t until one day when we were in Hawaii (my Dad and I on vacation, my Daddy working hard on a business trip) and I started…

A Cure for the Mondays…on a Tuesday

This morning I was having a serious case of the Mondays even thought it’s a Tuesday... The idea of moving sounded hard—let alone negotiating real estate transactions. But then I remembered something… I come from a family of car dancers. A good song comes on while we’re on our way somewhere and we just can’t…

My Presence Begs a lot of Questions

I’ve done a lot of explaining my whole life. My family and the way we looked never quite made immediate sense to people. Our mere presence in a room had to be explained because we were confusing to the world. It’s not like there was Modern Family or Glee on TV in 1993. Every time…

Dear Uncle Herb, where did I come from?

For most kids the question of, "where did I come from" has a much simpler answer than it did for me. So, of course, when I was about four and a half and I asked my Dad, where I came from he had to think on his feet for the easiest way to explain things.…

Baby Chelsea dressed as a clown

Dear Uncle Herb…

When I was a wee one my Uncle Herb (who was really a family friend) told my Dad that every time I did something funny or noteworthy that he should write Herb an email so that he could be the keeper of the Chelsea story vault. A few years ago, Uncle Herb sent my Dad…

Daddy always said, “Say Your Prayers”

Sunset in my personal land of dreams I always had trouble sleeping as a kid. I always wanted to sleep in my parents bed and every time I tried to sleep in my own bed there was somewhat of an emotional breakdown. I didn’t want to. I was so scared. And let’s face it, I…