I just watched my three year old “graduate” from her first year of preschool. It was a cute ceremony, and the room was filled with parents that sat in long rows with their cameras trained on the kids up front. But it's also 11am on a Friday, and that means I was one of the only dads in the room...

I’m a Dad. Even three years and two kids later, defining myself in that way still seems somewhat surreal. I’m also a Community Organizer. I have been for 13 years... and believe me that’s often very surreal as well. You see, the life of an Organizer isn’t like most. You are seen as a community...

Here’s a quiz: see if you can figure out what kind of dad I am. If you ask them, my children may very well tell you I am their “fake daddy”. My children are not biologically related to me, don’t share my last name, and they all don’t even currently live with me. But I can assure you, I’m a real dad...

Every day, LGBT Americans face unexpected emergencies or life events requiring their care and attention—a worker comes down with the flu, a child is born, an adoption is finalized, a sick child is sent home from school, an elderly loved one is hospitalized. Many LGBT workers learn at these critical...