Last week, one of my dear brothers was blessed to be seated at the Papal Mass in Philadelphia, and also present at the Pope's address to Congress in Washington. He was one who drank from the Pope's water glass, too. I pray that Pope Francis understands my brother's love for him.
This is pretty much how every single homework experience has gone since she started getting homework in kindergarten. Somehow, the prospect of homework liquefies my daughter's body and she melts into a puddle onto the floor.
The next time you talk to your teen, notice how often he or you share your attention with your smart phone. How long can you talk without an intervening text? What is the impact of these diversions on your parent-teen relationship?
Some women launch record-breaking social media campaigns. Some volunteer in Haiti. Some raise three children -- while they're launching their own business, finding time to exercise and (even!) meditate. Danica Kombol, CEO of Everywhere Agency, does them all.
Before you set out on the journey of how to find a nanny or how to choose the optimal daycare solution, parents should think about their individual needs and the needs of each child. Doing this first will narrow down their choices and help them make the decision.
School shootings must end. I appeal to you to reach out to civic and political leaders and make them act. Yes, there are solutions, and they lay with us. Children must not die in school and we must end these senseless deaths. Engage today. Get involved.
Like most children from divorced households I had a complicated relationship with my stepmother, Lynne. It took years for us to adapt to one another. ...
I grew up on a diet of books by the master rhymer, Dr. Seuss. I devoured Green Eggs and Ham, the Sneetches and that crazy cat on the loose. As a teacher for 20 years, I did lots of rug read alouds. Rhyme sure does please the little listener crowds.
Throughout the lives of our children, we have to caution them against real threats in the hope that we can keep them safe. As my daughter nears her 23rd birthday and graduation from college, I had begun to cut back on the warnings. But now the warnings are coming in fast and loud, and not from me.
The night air was crisp as we stood next to our minivan on the exit shoulder; I hoped it would cool our feverish and frightened toddler. Her condition had been worsening during the long drive home and we were now afraid she was in danger.
Melanie was no longer exhausted and depleted, nor was she getting sick so often. By defining her own goodness, she no longer felt that she had to prove her love to anyone. She knew she was a loving person and she knew that she deserved to be treated with caring and respect.
What sort of price tag do we attach to each of those kids? The cost of a bullet? The cost of the gun that fired the bullet? The cost of a complete background check? The cost of asking before a play date if there's a gun in the house? Is it secure? Is it safely out the reach of our kids?
Is there anyone who has a child or a grandchild who has not seen or posted a digital image of this child on Facebook, Instagram or the like? My mother's refrain, "It sure wasn't like that when I grew up," is apropos, and it drives home the point that times have indeed changed.
Today, the Earth got a little hotter, and a little more crowded. When Peruvian Amazon forests disappear, so does this insect, and webs of amazing be...
A while back there was one of those "Maybe-I just-need-to-stop-reading-the-newspaper-for-a-while days. There wasn't a lot of uplifting news in the wor...
Originally published on Unwritten by Sara Heath. When I defended my senior honors thesis about Disney, it inevitably resulted in a conversation among...