Child Custody and Homosexuality

On a cold, foggy morning I stepped out onto the porch. A faint scent of the sea waved through the brisk dawn air. My tired eyes passed over an old toy wagon lying out on the front lawn. While most of our neighbors took shelter in the warmth of their homes, I eagerly awaited the trip to my grandmother's house. My family loaded into the station wagon to drive north. My family consisted of my mother, my father and my four brothers and sisters. To this day, when I visualize a family, I see a family much like my own; a mom, a dad and one or more children. …