So I just peeled the price tag off a tub of Whole Foods Two-Bite Brownies, signed my name to a "we're so glad you're here," card, and I'm on my way over to Harlyn Aizley's new pad for a playdate. Now I know it's really not polite to drop by unannounced before the moving truck is off the lawn, but I'm just so pleased to see her up and blogging again after what went down over at parents.com.
Aizley blog "Are You My Mothers?" was a terrific read in its old locale, and it promises to be an even better one now that Aizley has struck out on her own and can write about anything she damn well pleases. She chronicles her sweet and messy life with such humor and honesty and tenderness-- she's not afraid to write about her ex, or her sex, or her general dislike for the word "lesbian." And as the author of Buying Dad and the editor of Confessions of the Other Mother, it's clear that she is a person who has done some serious (and not so serious) thinking about lesbian mamahood.
So go on over and visit her. And bring the woman a casserole. Or maybe a nice plant. Moving on can really wear a girl out.
