The San Antonio Book Festival was launched several years ago in the spirit of the Austin-based Texas Book Festival, a nationally recognized event which attracts hundreds of authors and hundreds of thousands of attendees annually. Sponsored by the San Antonio Public Library Foundation, our book festival, held in the spring on the eve of Fiesta,…
Dad2: Retying the knot
This may be a shock to some of our friends, but we have decided to wait to get married! Well, okay, in our minds we have been married all this time: Ten years to be exact. I mean “exact,” as we recently celebrated the 10th anniversary of what has to be one of the most…
Dad2: We’re in the Army Now
When my 11th-grader confessed one night at dinner that he was not ready for college and wanted to join the military instead, I was thrown. We hear those stories about the day we have to send our grown kids off into the world. With most of my friends, it is usually about…
Where my pitches at …
… and other reasons you’ll love LGBTQ softball Like many kids growing up in the late 20th century, the television seemed like it was always on at my house. But, unlike most kids I imagine, it was not tuned to cartoons or sit-coms. When my dad was not obsessively watching the national news (he was…
Jamie Brickhouse, Dangerous When Wet, at the Twig
Jamie Brickhouse: Dangerous When Wet 5:30pm, Thursday, May 14 The Twig Book Shop, free Acclaimed debut author and Trinity University alumnus Jaime Brickhouse returns to his native Texas this Thursday at The Twig Book Shop to read from his new memoir, Dangerous When Wet, at the book shop located in the Pearl on Thursday, May 14, at 5:30…
LGBT parents and the pressure to be perfect
If we fail, do we let the LGBT community down and prove our opponents’ beliefs true? It happened again. We were sitting at a restaurant–husband, two sons, and me. “Two checks?” asked the waitress. I’m always surprised. Our stock answer: “No, one family.” Then, an askance head cock, shoulder shrug, or a mildly perplexed look…
Opening hearts and minds, one episode at a time
Round and round and round she goes. “Come on, dad. Just do it.” I’m no fun, I guess. At least if fun includes signing up for every get-rich-quick or everyone’s-a-winner contest. But there we were, licking our wounds after a dispiriting Rampage rout at the AT&T Center, looking for some fun. Our youngest son, D,…
The not-so-mysterious rituals of gay parenthood
It’s 5:15 AM and I hear dance music. “All around the world, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dum. Around. Around. Around.” Stop! It’s Tuesday morning, and I’m listening to a dance-music compilation one room away. This is crazy: house dark, moon still out, husband asleep, dogs curled tight, and I’m listening to pulsing techno at…