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As I packed up to leave the conference, I found myself really, really missing my kids, ages 6 and 8. I considered calling them but hesitated -- sometimes they beg me to come home, which leaves me feeling tortured if I'm far away.
One of the reasons that I am so committed to my community -- church, family, school, etc. -- is because I don't believe we can move forward in heal...
The health and happiness of foster children is in our hands, and together, with assistance from our communities, we can provide the same care that we give to our loved ones.
I think kids should work hard, use their talents and take school seriously. But more than anything, I want my kids to learn how to learn.
As in most presidential election years, noisy battles have been raging as the nation's political armies gear up for what promises to be an even nois...
The magic that happens over shared meals can help preserve the American family, strengthen all of its members and enrich their lives. I'm sure America's Republicans and Democrats both agree that more families should be sitting together at dinner.
My 4-year-old son looked up at me and said, "Daddy I hate my boy parts. When do they go away?" The look in his eyes was one of sincere, innocent pain.
I reached out to my network of savvy mom friends for a mini focus group and curated this list of top 10 must-haves for camp this summer.
"I'm not pregnant," I explained throughout the day, as vendors at the New York Baby Show glanced toward my mid-section, searching intently for a baby bump.
Here's how most of us who are thinking about leaving our marriage imagine divorce will be like: We've had it with our partner, and we think -- finally, freedom.
When a marriage is on the verge of divorce, there is an early stage in the process where change is imminent, but normalcy needs to be maintained for the children.
I used to wonder why my sons asked for the same story night after night. I came to the conclusion that kids simply enjoy the comfort of repetition. Think of it as an emotional security blanket.
Love is equal parts attachment and suffering, and so one needs to search for a source of truth and grace big enough to embrace them both.
I don't feel that being called by my first name diminishes the fact that I am my children's mother at all. Despite what some people may suspect, to me it does not imply a lesser love, alienation, or a lack of respect.
To date, I've held only a handful of jobs, but being the solitary caregiver for two four-month-olds was officially the hardest (and most satisfying) of them all.
How about we talk about kids for a change? How about we toss out some encouragement for what we are all doing? How about we remind each other why parenting matters? The other stuff can wait.
