Now that I'm a dad and an LGBTQ ally, I want to apologize.

"I’d just come into the house after walking off an anxiety attack, stuck in a mental state somewhere between 'my heart is going to explode' and "should I walk straight into traffic?'"

"When your 5-year-old is obsessed with skulls and grim reapers year round, it makes you second guess some of your parenting decisions."

Cake is nothing more than a drywall center covered in disgusting icing with crunchy sugar cancer flowers — a loathsome sponge with no soul.

It is surprising — and a little gross — when other parents romanticize about my son's relationship with his best friend, who just happens to be a girl.