Through a process of trial and error, my kids and I have developed strategies for enjoying a safe and happy Pride:ġ. At first, I was intimidated by the prospect of flying solo at Pride, but I wasn’t about to let a change in family circumstance ruin one of my kids’ favorite days of the year. I didn’t know, however, that eventually I would be schlepping my two sons to the Pride Parade alone, a divorced Solo Mom. No matter what happens during the other 364 days a year, I knew that our family would always find love and support at the Pride Parade. “I want our baby to feel this energy,” I thought. Hundreds of thousands of people cheered, waved flags, and shouted their congratulations to those of us who had been married (illegally, it turned out) during San Francisco’s Winter of Love.
When our group emerged from the staging area onto Market Street, we were met by a powerful wave of love and support from a crowd of spectators. Pregnant with my oldest son, I walked alongside my (not yet legally wedded) spouse, with the marriage-equality contingent. I first marched in San Francisco’s Pride Parade in 2004.
