Single Gay Fathers

I have a lot to catch up on in the blog world and things that are worth note but perhaps the most important is the one I am currently dealing with. Introducing the subject of death and dying with kids traumatized by loss. My mother, who has been ill for years and has been hospitalized and operated on more in the last decade than anyone I know. Each time you hold your breath and hope all works out and you never give up the hope that there is fight left. I really thought after a kidney transplant things would be different. Well things are different but still not good.

Ok, so one some level despite the hope I would be wrong my intuition could not have been more correct. I got dumped by the guy I was seeing. Not for the reasons that were spoken but for other reasons that were not spoken. The interesting fact is that I should have known this was a game and I should have never played…but how does one tell?

Ok if I had to pick the reindeer that most resembles my life it would be Dasher. I do not know where the time has gone between getting off the plane from South Dakota to the eve before 2008. How do I possible relay all of the things that have been so wonderful about this season and the things I am hopeful for in 2008? I guess a brief retrospective of the last month and my hopes for 2008.

Well this seems to becoming a monthly occurrance as I have time so this may just be in the form of random thought or occurrances as I wait for Bryce to wake up. Of course Benjamin is awake and chatting away as I write this. We are in Christmas preparation mode and the house is as decorated as it is going to get this year. The neighbors have all the decorations out. I thought about a lighted inflatable blow up doll, dressed as Santa or Ru Paul on the front lawn...but then I figured I could not compete with all of the folks. So I gave up.

I am one who believes in “full disclosure” and I would like to paint a picture of me and my life so you can decide if there is a possibility of beginning, well, a beginning. As someone who writes for a living this is one of the hardest things I have had to write. I am 41, and had my own law firm but returned to a career in financial services for reasons that I will tell you about in a bit. I went to law school later in life after my best friend was killed by her husband.