Children suffer when the religious right wins

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Political IQ: A Personal Story  

For any mother, the day her child turns 18 is a milestone, but for a lesbian mom that particular birthday can be overwhelming. 

The day my son turned 18 was routine, as birthdays go. I went to work. I made jokes about how I couldn’t possibly be old enough for him to be 18. A high school senior, Tony played trumpet in the marching band, and his friends surprised him that night with an impromptu concert on our front lawn. They stayed for cake and ice cream and then jammed in my living room.