when she―a feisty protofeminist―and her family shifted about in the occupied West Bank

* I Broke My Trunk

The strict therapy his mother insists on doesn’t seem to be working

they meet neighbor after neighbor who want to know the baby’s name

On those days

My Maddy Derick Brooks when she―a feisty protofeminist―and herA loving, affirming ode to parents who are gender fluid or gender nonbinary. My Maddy has hazel eyes which are not brown or green. And my Maddy likes sporks because they are not quite a spoon or a fork. Most mommies are girls. Most daddies are boys. But lots of parents are neither a boy nor a girl, My Maddy shows how some of the best things in the world are not one thing or the other. They are something in between and entirely their own. Randall