If You Don’t Know Our Kids, Don’t Tell Us How to Raise Them

The hard lines I draw as an LGBTQ mom.

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Let’s be real. I am so far down the road in my parenting marathon that if I did a running swan dive like Jennifer Beals in Flashdance, I could probably cross the finish line from where I am. Last month, I celebrated raising my daughter to the ripe old age of 18 without ever leaving her in a public…