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The True Self Play Group

A few weeks ago I wrote about a project that M. and I were cooking up:  A play group for young kids just like her.  She decided to call it the “True Self Play Group.” I sent out an email to everyone in our local support group and got a dozen replies.  Wait, math time:  12…

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It’s a baby.

The office kitchen is abuzz with excitement.  Anna is pregnant!  Her second! “And it’s a GIRL!!!” On all sides, there are sighs and squeals and oohs and aahs. “Oh, a sweet little GIRL!”  “Now you have one of each!” (She has a two-year-old son.) I congratulate Anna on her news.  It is wonderful.  A miracle. …

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Finally, Some Research on Kids Like Mine

When my child first told me, at age three, that she was transgender, I began a search for some reliable, research-based data to guide my parenting.   Four years later, I’m still searching. It turns out that there really isn’t any solid research that can address the questions that keep parents like me awake at night:  Is…

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How to Be Different

As we pulled into the school parking lot this morning, I spotted my son-in-law hopping out of the back of a minivan. He swung his Angry Birds back pack over his shoulder and waved wildly when he spotted his young wife in the back seat of my car. M. waved back. “Hurry up and park,…

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The Interview

It’s Christmas eve, and I just posted my latest audio podcast episode.  This podcast is my holiday gift to you, because I think it is wonderful. I can’t take any credit for it being wonderful. I really can’t. It’s wonderful because it’s the sound of a happy child explaining how she’s made her little life work as a transgender kid, in defiance of the…

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M. tells her friends

I left you all with a cliff-hanger last week:  M. had announced that she wanted to tell her best friends in her first grade class that she’s transgender, and her teacher and I were scrambling to figure out how this was going to work.  M. didn’t want any other kids to know – just her…

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Thankful

This week M. had an afterschool playdate with Sophie, one of her best friends from school. When I arrived in the evening to pick M. up, Sophie ran by me wearing nothing but a pair of underpants and a table cloth tied around her waist. M. chased after her, shirtless. I don’t know what game…