As we take turns pushing her one-year-old brother in his stroller, my daughter asks me why people don't just stay away from bad people, then they won't be trafficked. I tell her that usually the story starts out with hope.
I've written recommendations for hundreds of students and helped them write their essays for college. I've helped them apply for jobs, internships, and summer programs. But ask me to come up with a few words about my own kid, and I'm drawing a blank.
Patrick Donohue's life changed when his daughter Sarah Jane was born on June 5, 2005. Five days later his life changed again when he noticed Sarah Jane was lethargic. Tests revealed she had lost 60 percent of the rear cortex of her brain -- the result of being violently shaken by her baby nurse.
This time of year everybody talks about the ritual of college graduation. But no one seems to focus on the other college right of passage that's unfolding now, the move out of the dorm and back home for the summer.
The Golden Girls shouldered each other's burdens and shared in each other's good times. It is funny, heartbreaking and beautiful to watch. I hope that my daughter is blessed with great friends with whom she can share both joy and sadness.
I had a baby 17 years ago, but I'll be celebrating my very first Mother's Day on Sunday. I remember the first (and only) Mother's Day gift I ever received. It was from my daughter's adoptive mother, and it was a lovely poem that she'd written for me
What these automakers understand, however, is that beyond these consumers being men, they're fathers. These automakers understand the growing influence of the fatherhood role on today's man and how powerful that identify has become.
In late December, my daughter Annie asked me how to repair a poorly-mounted drawing I'd made for her some dozen years ago. The drawing was my attempt to illustrate a favorite poem of ours, "Days," by the English poet Philip Larkin.
It's easy to pretend that the phrases "girly girl" or "boys will be boys" don't exist or don't mean anything, but they do. Whatever the speaker's intent, these phrases, which I've used myself, are limiting.
Mothers have lied to their children since the invention of language. Sometimes the lies are for the mother's convenience, such as the admonition that it isn't safe to swim for an hour after lunch. Other times, the lies are to protect the child's ego from a harsh reality.
Daughter, when you feel surrounded by darkness, it's tempting to think you're meant to be dark, too. You might ask, "If others aren't beaming in this way, surely I'm not meant to; and surely I'm not capable of bringing light, right?"
Here's what I would like to say to all the mommy bloggers who are good writers and pretty funny and offer good advice about how to deal with a toddler who will only wear ballerina tutus: You ain't seen nothin' yet. And you moms out there who have kids over 5 know what I mean.
I knew in order to be true in my sharing of the past, I needed to find my childhood diaries. That is where I escaped to, writing and drawing in books which I worked so hard to hide -- however, not always successfully.
I have a child who doesn't sit still -- ever. Over the years, I've watched her peers learn to sit long enough to draw pictures. I've watched others learn to stay seated for an entire meal. My 5-year-old girl operates quite differently.
My baby was bald for her first two full years. Desperate to make her look girlier, I tracked down non-slip hair clips for "ultra fine baby hair" and stuck them on her two strands of hair. When I look back at photos, it just looks like she has a piece of felt glued to her bald head. Major fail.