When All We Can Do Is Love Them.
A love letter for parents: We can worry over bullies. We can lose sleep over health concerns. We can hope a boy or girl doesn’t break their hearts. We can try to teach them...
A love letter for parents: We can worry over bullies. We can lose sleep over health concerns. We can hope a boy or girl doesn’t break their hearts. We can try to teach them...
Each day, regardless of what’s going on, or which side of the proverbial bed I woke up on, my kids remind me how to enjoy my life. They remind me that it really is...
We came across this photograph of my grandmother the other week. In it, she was laughing hysterically at something my grandfather had said. I noticed the sparkle in her eyes, and her invisible giggle....
There’s this meme that flies around Facebook every now and then, that bugs the shit out of me. It’s supposed to be an introvert’s brain, and it’s this line that swiggles around in some...
It’s easy to throw around cute phrases like “dance as if no one’s watching,” or to tell people to love themselves with wild abandon. But in the real world, we have stress, and bullies,...
Recently I dyed my hair blue. I did it for one reason, and one reason alone: because I felt like it. I’m a chronic, glorious over-thinker. I practice yoga pretty much every day, in addition...
Marriage isn’t as cool as it used to be, and I’m fine with that. I’m both pro everyone getting married who wants to, and I’m also alright with anyone who thinks it’s not for...
Athletic greatness, handsome good looks, brainy grades—parents freely brag about these attributes and achievements of our kids. I hear about how great so-and-so is at this particular sport, or how smart she is, or, even with tiny...
Six things I want to tell myself: I sat down to write a list of things that I’d tell pre-mom me, but I stopped after four items. I realized that pre-mom me had been on...
We all have good days and bad days. Everyone has days when we’re “on”—happy and feeling great—and everyone has days when we’re “off”—not feeling well, or we’re moody or grumpy. Kids are no different. More, how...